Go jogging

I went jogging with no guidance at all, searching for a good place to eat later and maybe a vending machine to get my tonic drink. I passed some other students partying through the streets and other runners passed by. I found a machine, bought my drink and near it there was a small cafeteria so you went in. After some delicious British breakfast, I resumed jogging and realized the streets formed a perfect square at each intersection. So I decided to take another turn before the square I previously passed by.

When I turned left in one random street, I passed in front of a mighty house with some Greek letters in its facade. I realized it was the “Sigma Phi Epsilon” frat house and a lot of guys were outside doing ordinary stuff to keep the house together. One of the dudes near the fence dropped a huge black bag of garbage on the sidewalk in front of me so I decided to stop and help. I couldn't help but notice his handsome face and cute smile when I lowered and helped him with the trash.

“Here! Let me help you with that.” I said, opening the bag for him to throw the empty bottles back at it.

“Arse! This headache is killing me.” He complained and I understood it as the reason he dropped these.

“Partied hard last night at Omega Psi?” I laughed under my breath and the guy got dead serious. He turned his head to check on his colleagues, but they were not paying attention to us.

He lowered his tone. “Shut up, lad. I was not supposed to be there.”

“So you actually were?” I asked again, amused.

“Yes and I saw you with the president. Are you friends with him?” He was puzzled.

“Actually, I don't know.”

We both stood up when he finished collecting all the trash and I gave him the bag back.

“Anyway. Cheers, mate. I appreciate your help.” He smiled.

“Nothing at all. Name's Michael by the way.” I introduced myself and offered a handshake.

“Oh, my manners! Sorry. I'm Matthew.” He paused. “Hey, we're having another party before class starts. Come by if you don't have anything else to do tonight.”

“But it starts tomorrow, 7 a.m., for most of us.” I wondered.

“That's why it’s called ‘Before Class Starts’... You go to class literally after the party, still drunk.” He laughed.

“Nice!” I laughed at the thought of it. “I'll think about it.”

Someone called him from the porch of the house and I let him go back to his chores.