Getting nervous

I took my free time at the Library and found my next classroom at 2:30 p.m. Nobody was there, as it was a bit early. I got the lights on and entered anyway. It ended around 6:20 p.m. so I went back to the dorms and hopefully my roommate would not be having sex again. I checked if the door was unlocked before I entered and saw Ethan was using his laptop on his bed.

“That was a lot to take in all at once.” I tossed my backpack on the floor.

“What? What do you mean? Is this because of earlier?” He was exasperated.

“Dude, relax! I was just saying it was a hard first day.”

“Oh, ok. Yeah, it was for me too. I got really anxious.”

Yeah, you did. I sank my body on my bed and unlocked my phone.

“Look, I'm not forbidding you to mess around with your girl in your room. But if you want some privacy, just send me a text, man. I'll understand.”

“I know. I meant to, but it all escalated very quickly.”

“I know what you mean.”

I got up and decided to review some of my notes to not pile everything up for the weekend. It all went wrong, because one second I was looking at my notes and the second later I got lost in scrolling up Instagram until my phone warned me that in fifteen minutes I had “workout with the Club”.