Freshmen Chronicles

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Chapter 6

'What the hell? Why is the room shaking? Are we having an earthquake?' I'm groggily thinking as the rising sun is flashing on and off through the swaying verticals. I was having a strange dream where everything was shifting, and I had to fight to keep my balance, so it's kind of weird to wake up and realize that it's actually happening. It's only as I blink at the ceiling that the fuzziness begins to die down and reality comes forward…

'No fucking way! You have got to be kidding me! Has he no shame?' I think as I hear and feel the bed slamming into the wall along with heavy breathing and panting, and loud, sharp squeaks and squeals that sound as if somebody can't catch their breath.


Maybe it's the shock and disbelief of it all, but I carefully peer over the side rail, and see Sasuke's bare ass quickly rising and falling as he is ramming some girl. A quick glance leftward shows me that it is TenTen, the Chinese resident assistant that lives above us. The only way I am able to identify her in all of the movement and sheets is by the double buns that she always wears; well usually wear. Right now, one is a tangled mass of hair, and the other is starting to unravel.

"Uuuh, uu-uun, hm, hm, yaaa!"

Yup, and it is that that makes me quickly pull myself up, lay back down, and gawk at the ceiling. I know that my eyes are wide, because I can feel them drying out. But, I can't worry about that right now; there are more pressing mat… ugh… there are more important things to focus on, like how do I get out of here.

I can't just get up, because even though I am known to sleep like a boulder, Sasuke doesn't know that because I haven't been sleeping well up here. So, if I just pop out of the bed after all of this time, he would swear that I was just hanging out listening, or worse, watching. However, I damn sure don't want to sit around while all that's going on down there. There's just something disturbing about lying in a bed that's rocking to another man's thrusts. Fuck, this is awkward!

This all started a few weeks ago, about a week after our big blowout. I was finishing up my homework, about to go bed, when Sasuke comes in with some skinny, giggly girl named Kyoko. He said he needed the room for a few hours, so I left and stayed the night at Deidara's. It was a Saturday night, so it wasn't a big deal; we're men; we have our needs. The next night he brings home another girl, this one's name was Eiko, or some shit like that; I leave again. I'm thinking this is just a weekend thing, and I'm cool with that. I can make myself scarce on Saturdays and Sundays.

Ha! Before I knew it, that bastard was bringing home girls in between classes, at lunch breaks, before bed, and even while I was taking showers. I'm all for respecting the needs of the bastardly, but damn! It's gotten to the point where I have to press my ear against the door, before I walk in. I was hoping that he would have run out of ass by now due to the limited population, there are 41 international students and only 12 of them are Japanese, but apparently, he's willing to fuck any Asian. Shit!

"I'll see you around. Maybe we can study together some time?" I hear TenTen speak, and am surprised that I had completely zoned out. Now, I get how people can forget and bury traumatic memories.

"Hn," I barely hear Sasuke grunt half-heartedly, before walking into the bathroom. I glance over and see TenTen pull jeans over an ass and thighs that are practically rubbed raw, and can't help the blush that I know is covering my face. Luckily, she walks out without looking back. No sooner than the door closes, I hear Sasuke retching up what sounds to be every organ he possesses.

Okay, that's not the standard reaction a guy has after blowing a load. What the fuck?

After a few minutes, I hear water running for a second, then Sasuke comes out, blearily looks at me, and then gets back in his bed. I'm beyond puzzled about everything, and am too awake to go back to sleep even though it can't be any later than 7:30am, so I hop down and start pulling out my books to begin studying. I really need the distraction.

"Fuck," Sasuke mumbles and I immediately look in his direction. I quickly realize that his skin looks clammy and he's sort of discolored. He's also shielding his eyes, and massaging his head. Hmm, that could only mean… No way!

"You're hungover," I state with surprise, causing Sasuke to shoot me a halfhearted glare.

"No shit," he replies and then lets out a painful groan that makes me cringe out of empathy. It was just six days ago that I celebrated my 18th birthday, and I barely remember it after drinking six beers, two jagerbombs and three shots of tequila. However, I do remember waking up cold, gripping the toilet and wishing that I had a gun. Hell, I didn't even need the gun, just the bullet; at that point, I would have manually pushed it through.

Fortunately, I passed out for a few hours, so I didn't have to suffer through the worst of it. It also helped that I woke up with my pillow under my head, my cover on top of me, and Mike shining by the toilet. That, and Sasuke was surprisingly absent for the rest of the day.

'Stupid bastard trying to go a round while shit-faced,' I think, and apparently, mumble considering my lips are moving and Sasuke's looking in my direction. I then get up and go through my medicine cabinet, take out two tablets, and then march over to my roommate.

"Here," I say as I hold out my hand with the pills in my palm. A part of me wants to relish in his pain, but I can't help but to return the favor. What can I say? I'm loyal by nature.

"Whas that?" Sasuke asks while looking at the pills warily as though I'm trying to poison him. It's frustrating, but I can't say that I blame him, so after letting out a tired sigh, I lift my hand closer to his face.

"These are just Excedrin. I usually take Tylenol 4 for migraines, but you do NOT want to mix those with alcohol," I respond, and without another word, Sasuke takes the pills and practically inhales them. I look him over for a split second, and then make my way over to my desk. Before I can sit down, Sasuke throws up a puddle of alcohol and the two pills that I just gave him are floating around on top, slowing dissolving in the liquid.

"Fuck!" he yells and then grabs his head in pain. The smell of putrid stomach acid fills the room, and once again, I have to ignore my textbook to focus on the bastard. AAARRRG!

"Forget it, man. I got it," I say grumpily as I see Sasuke trying to get up without much luck. I then storm down the hall to the front desk, request a mop, then storm back to my room. The smell is just as strong as when I left, and I am fighting not to add to the mess as the cloth of the mop changes colors. Just how much did he fucking have?

"Enough," I hear from behind me, and I realize that I must have spoken aloud. I can't really react properly to him, because I am trying to get the mop back into the bucket without dripping any excess vomit onto the floor. I quickly see that it's futile, and that I am going to have to get what's remaining by hand. Uuuuuuuuuugh!

When I went to sleep last night, this was not how I expected to spend my Saturday, at all… Fuck it; it is what it is. I guess this is one of the joys of being in college and having a roommate.

"I'll be back," I mumble to the unresponsive lump on the bed, and then go off to get some old hand towels. I quickly lay them over the much smaller puddle, before hauling the heavily soiled mop and bucket back to the front desk. The girl is trying her best not to make a face, and it somehow brightens my day. I'm not the only one that has been subjected to the horrid stench of Sasuke's insides. Things are looking up.

'Poor bastard. He's going to be out of commission for the rest of the day,' I think as I remember my recent hangover. The migraine seemed like it went on and on, and it took me four hours to find something that would actually stay down. Hmm, maybe I can spare Sasuke the trial and error that I went through. Besides, I could use some food right about now, too.

With that thought in mind, I hop in my car, and head over to Niko's Tavern and Grill. It's just a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that's connected to the Speedway about a mile from here. Most people turn their noses up at it, but the people are nice, and the food is good, so I don't mind its less than savory appearance.

"Heeeeeeeeey, Naruto! How's it going? What can I get you this early morning?" George, Niko's older brother, yell from the grilling area the minute I walk in. Sam is walking towards me with menus, and flashing her mega-watt smile, and within moments, Niko is walking out from the back with a grin of his own.

"How's my favorite customer doing this crisp morning?" he asks as I sit at the counter. Sam is refilling some glasses of water for a group of truckers and George is flipping pancakes, but both have an ear turned in my direction, trying to follow the conversation.

"I don't even want to talk about it," I say with only a hint of annoyance, and George finds it funny as hell.

"Hahaha, what's wrong kid? Exams getting you down already?" he asks, and I can only briefly lament my lack of studying, because all eyes are on me.

"Ha, I wish! I can't even think of my midterms right now. The bastard is too hungover to fend for himself," I reply, and a few of the truckers let out whistles, and start talking about vomit duty. Sadly, I know exactly what they mean.

"Do you know what you're having, yet?" Sam asks, and I quickly rattle off an order of bacon, eggs, hashbrowns and toast. I then pause, because I have no idea what to get Sasuke. We usually avoid each other, so I don't know anything about his eating habits. Luckily, George is there.

"Don't worry about it; I know what to give him. I call it George's world class hangover special," he says and then starts pulling out all sorts of ingredients. I look over at Niko for reassurance, and am not let down when he taunts and praises his brother all in one breath.

"Georgie is an idiot when it comes to most things, but he's a certified specialist when it comes to healing hangovers," he informs, and George is all the way in the stockroom laughing and agreeing with his brother's assessment. Soon after, I'm holding an extremely heavy bag of grease along with my own food.

"Don't worry about the tab. This one is on us," Niko says, and I just smile and nod, because I have learned that it is pointless to argue with him. So, I place ten dollars into the tip jar, and head home, before Sasuke's greasy meal can kill the interior of my car.

"Hey Bastard, are you still alive?" I ask as I walk in. I don't get a response, so I swiftly look over to see that he's sweating heavily, and his breathing isn't quite as fluid as I would like.

'Shit,' I think as I set the food down and then head off to the bathroom to get a damp rag. I wipe off Sasuke's face and neck, before placing my hand on his forehead. The second my hand touches his skin, he places his hand over mind, and I am sure that he's going to try to break my hand, but he just sits there. As time ticks on, I'm feeling quite strange, and would kind of like my hand back. It is then that he grips my hand and start slowly moving it around as though he's making it rub his head.

'Jeez! He must really be in pain,' I think, before I wake him out of his half doze. He looks at me confusedly, but I think he's too disoriented to react any further than that. I mean the bastard still has my fucking hand!

"Here, good ole George hooked you up," I say as though he knows who I'm talking about as I hand him the brown paper bag that looks to be 60-70 percent covered in grease. Sasuke pulls out the Styrofoam containers, and I am just as interested in what's inside as he is. It turns out that it is a hot dog with chili, cheese, sauerkraut, relish, onions, mustard and ketchup along with a very large serving of curly fries. Sasuke looks confused and disgusted at the same time, but fortunately, he doesn't say anything beyond a quiet thank you.

"Sorry 'bout earrier. Didn't know you were here," he says about twenty minutes after he finishes eating. I'm surprised at the apology and the fact that he's still awake, but am mostly glad that this morning won't be a regular occurrence. So, I just give him a nod and continue cursing the pile of numbers and letters on my paper.

'Who in the fuck decided that putting letters in math problems was a good idea? I bet it was that fucking Einstein with his e=mc2 bullshit!' I think, then ball up the paper, and shoot it into the trash.

"ARRRG!" I yell after I look over the ten assigned problems only to realize that there are more letters than numbers on the page. This shit is hopeless.

"What level are you in?" Sasuke asks from his place on the bed, and I distractedly mumble 100, before attempting problem two again. It's only after I feel additional heat do I realize that Sasuke is sitting next to me.

"You're doing it wrong. You can't add letters. You have to…" he begins and within time, the web of confusion is unraveling, and some of this shit is starting to make sense. Hmm, maybe I won't fail this assignment after all.