When you’ve been blackmailed.

I walked back to my room, my head filled with thoughts and voices as to what to do about my situation. Just my luck to have had a possible girlfriend only to cheat on her almost ASAP. But not what do I do about that recording? Oh brother.

I stroke my hair and sigh, opening the door to my dorm. Ivan is snoring softly, hugging his pillow while shirtless. He looks kind of cute like that. He’s another project altogether, him being so horny and apparently I’m his latest obsession, makes me wonder if he’s like that with all new students or if it’s something else. Funny thing is at least he’s the one I trust the most in here, yes he’s a slut but he’s not a fake slut. He owns it, and I respect that.

I have a possible girlfriend, I have a blackmailing black babe, I have a party I need to get ready for, and I feel I’m missing something else? I shake my head, it’s a lot to think of. Best way to handle when issues stack up is one day at a time. Right, with that in mind I peel my shirt off and drop my pants and socks before climbing up to my bed. Maybe a good nap would help. Maybe.