Chapter 3: Same clothes as yesterday
"Um, Mark? Right?" A random poke in the face awakes Mark. He sits up and yawns, then looks around and notices this isn't his room or bed. Last night was a blur to him; the last memory he remembers was leaving the party with
"Oh," Mark says, looking over at the naked Asian girl next to him. "Hi?"
"Hello, uh, last night is a blur to me," Rin says, brushing her hair, noticing she is fully naked, and grabbing the covers to shield her body. Mark also feels his bare skin touching her comforter and realizes what must have happened last night.
"I don't even remember drinking that much; I mean, I know I lost weight, but."
"You do not remember either?"
"No, I remember leaving the party, but after that, I just remember patches?"
"I see; okay, I don't even know what to do right now," Mark says, placing his hand on his head. Rin grimaces at his motion.
"Are you not happy to be in bed with me?"
"No! You're no. It's not that. It's." Mark sighs, trying to formulate his thoughts carefully. "Did you consent? Did I consent?"
"I remember patches of what happened last. I have never been that."
"Me either; it was like I got lost in myself," Mark says, looking at her as she adverts her eyes from him. "But if I hurt you in any way."
"No, no, I." Rin looks at the clock at 8 A.M. "Oh, I have to be at work in 90 minutes. She says, changing the subject. Mark looks behind her at the clock and remembers he has class at 9.
"Shit. I have to go. Uh, do you mind if I?"
"No, not at all. Please go ahead. I have a clean towel in the closet in the bathroom."
"Thank you," Mark says, getting up from the bed and walking into the bathroom. He takes a shower and cannot help but look around her bathroom. Outside of Emma, he has never been in another female bathroom before and smells the bath and body work plug-in. Then walks over to the counter and looks in the mirror.
"Well, Mark is getting laid a second time, and I don't even know what to say about this time. I barely even remember the experience." Mark sighs and then looks down at the counter at the heart-shaped bottle.
"What am I doing? I gotta get to school." Mark, he says, leaving the bathroom. He looks over at Rin, who looks at him up and down in the burrowed bath towel. "Hey, uh, thank you for letting me."
"No problem at all. I uh hope it was hot and ready." Rin says, smiling.
"Like the piz? Right." Mark says, getting dressed from last night and walking out of the room. As he opens the door, the same group of girls are in the living room, conversing once more in blankets, two on an air mattress and the other on the couch.
"Oh, well, look who it is, girls." The girl on the couch says, smiling at Mark.
"Uh, hello," Mark says, waving at them. "Sorry, I'm kind of in a hurry."
"No problem, stud. See ya soon."
"Yeah, okay. Uh, have a good day." Mark says, walking out the front door. Rin walks out of her room, and the girls applaud her like she won an award at the Oscars.
"Why are you all clapping," Rin says, looking at them confused. "Wait, you heard us last night, didn't you."
"Everyone did, girl! It was like you had Pornhub on the big screen with the speakers attached on full blast." Rin covers her face and shakes her head.
"You ain't got nothing to be embarrassed about, Rinny. That sounded like the best sex I have ever heard in my life." The girl with the polka dot sweater on the air mattress says.
"I think I'm going to die now," Rin says, walking back towards her room.
Mark speed walks the couple blocks to the train station in record time.
"Fuck ME!" Mark screams as a mother with her young son covers his eyes and looks in his direction. "Sorry," Mark says, looking at the mother, then back at the digital signposted for the train delay due to cleaning.
"There was a couple on the train doing some not safe for work type shit on the train last night." A man with a suitcase says to another traingoer with a Spider-man hoodie.
"Damn, I couldn't wait to get home, huh. I hope it was good for those freaks."
"I think it is disgusting." Mark grabs his head for a second as visions play in his mind. He thinks to himself, was that me and.
"Wait, what the hell was her name? I can't remember her name." Mark says to himself in a low voice
"The train cleaning is complete; the train will depart in 10 minutes. " The train intercom says as the train doors open. Mark enters and finds a seat. His phone buzzes from a notification, and it's from Rosalind.
EBFH {Are you ditching class without telling me?}
Loser {No, I'm just running late, and there was a train cleaning.}
EBFH {Likely excuse. I didn't see you at the bus stop, only your weird, hobo-looking roommate.}
Loser {He does not look like a hobo, and I ended up staying at someone's house.} ""Why am I telling this."" Mark says to himself, looking over his right at the person beside him. "SorryI'm a little crazy. "
"Aren't we all, honey." The woman says, looking back into her phone.
EBFH {Sure you did, I don't think you're the one-night stand type of guy.}
Loser {What does that even mean?}
EBFH {Exactly what it sounds like your favorite teacher is looking for you; she keeps glancing at your desk.}
Loser {Fuck me}
EBFH {You wish}
"I'm not responding to that. Evil Bitch from Hell." Mark says, putting his headphones in his ears.
After an hour of travel, Mark makes it to school. He runs up the stairs and quickly walks inside to get to class. He looks at his watch and sees it is 1015L.
"45 mins of class left," he says as he walks inside the classroom. Miss Zenith looks up from her desk as the rest of the class reads. Mark looks at the board for instruction and then walks over to his desk with his head down. He looks to his Right at Rosalind, who looks at him as if her long-lost puppy just returned from running away. Mark then thinks to himself, why does he know that look?
"Well, look who it is," Rosa says, flicking through her Art history book.
"Is Ms. Zenith still staring a hole in me?" Mark says to her, keeping his head down at his book.
"You know it's funny looking at another woman sorn and disappointed. It's like I finally understand her, like she knows you have been out hoeing about."
"you like dr. Seuss, and jealous." Mark says, turning to Rosa.
"M.E., no, I am not that easy. I require at least a month of courtship."
"Courtship? Are you a Latinx royal princess now."
"Please do not use the word Latinx."
"It's politically correct."
"And you are a dumb ass."
"I can't win."
"You never will," Rosa says, looking back into her book. The two share awkward glances as time passes and class concludes. Mark gets up briskly to walk, but before he can leave.
"Mr. Morgan, I would like to speak with you."
"Fuck Me," Mark says in a low voice.
"Again, wishful thinking and good luck, lover boy."
"Yup," Mark says as they split, and he walks toward Ms. Zenith's desk.
"Hey, Miss Zenith, I'm sorry about today."
"You know I will have to count this as an absence, correct." Miss Zenith says, getting up from her desk to stand before Mark. He notices her wearing another green attire, a green top with a black belt and a black shirt. She catches his wondering eyes, and he shoots them back up to her face.
"I just wanted to at least attempt to make it here, and I won't let it happen again. At least I don't hope it happens again."
"I talked with one of your former teachers in the lounge, Mrs. Ozark."
"Science of Light."
"She said you failed to attend many of her classes, and when you did, you did show up. You didn't seem focused on learning."
