Take off

Unable to think of anything else, you grab your backpack, and bolt out the door, not caring who sees you. In a panic, you jog out of the building, and don't stop until you're in your dorm room. It takes a few minutes for your breathing to even out, but you lay on your bed, staring at the water stained tiles on the ceiling, your mind racing with what might've happened had you stayed. Avoiding this woman is now a top priority.

The rest of your day passes without incident. You grab some lunch, hit a few more classes, spend way too long on Youtube, read half a chapter of your history assignment, and fall asleep.

The next morning, your alarm buzzes loudly, waking you from a deep sleep. You crawl out of bed, and take a look at yourself in the mirror. You hair is an absolute mess. So much so, it would make you laugh if you weren't half asleep. You attempt to tame it into something manageable, before giving up and cramming it back in a ponytail.

You take a few minutes to look through your closet, before pulling out a pair of red HSU sweatpants, and a cute black tank top. You pull open your drawers to find that you have no bras left. "God dammit Kelly. You gotta remember to do your laundry." You say, before peeling a sticky note off your pad, writing "laundry" across it, and sticking it to your computer monitor. You then open the drawer beneath that to find you only have one pair of underwear left, but you cringe even looking at them. They're white with pink trim, red and pink stars everywhere, as well as the word "princess" printed across the back in big pink lettering. Do you wear them, or do you just go commando?