Chapter 2: Hitch's Interruption

You were looking forward to a relaxing night in with Netflix and your laptop, a much-needed break from the stress of classes and assignments. The diffuser full of lavender oil in your room filled the air with a calming scent, and your headphones were ready to block out any distractions. However, your roommate Hitch had other plans. Hitch burst into the room, her energetic presence immediately filling the space. "Hey," she said, closing the door behind her. Without waiting for a response, she began to rummage through her dresser, stripping off her clothes as she searched for something new. You couldn't help but laugh at the familiar sight, having learned early on that living with Hitch meant being occasionally exposed to her nudity. Despite her carefree attitude, Hitch was confident and comfortable in her own skin, a quality you admired. "Another cozy night in?" Hitch teased, catching your eye as she searched for the perfect outfit. You countered with a smile, "Yes. Another night out?" Hitch stuck her tongue out, and you chuckled at her antics. Your roommate during freshman year was quiet and kept to herself, but Hitch was a different story. She was outgoing, loved talking, and often intruded on your personal space. Hitch's search for the perfect dress led her to yell out in excitement, "YES, PERFECT!" She held up a tight, short black tube dress that looked more like a top from a distance. Hitch jumped into the dress, sprayed perfume on it, and grabbed her makeup bag, plopping down on your bed beside you. As she got ready, Hitch asked, "What movie are you watching tonight?" You replied, "Something from Netflix's top 10," and Hitch began to get excited. You couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm, and Hitch playfully teased you about being a party animal. She offered to do your makeup, and you agreed, letting her pick out a lip gloss for you. As Hitch finished getting ready, she mentioned that you were invited to come with her to the party. "You know you're invited to come with me," she sang, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You hesitated, but Hitch's persistence was starting to win you over. She began to plead with you, "Please. Please. Please. Let loose for once. Relieve some stress with me. You don't have to stay the whole time, just try." Hitch's words struck a chord, and you found yourself considering her invitation. You had been stressed lately, and the thought of letting loose and having fun was tempting. "Is it clean?" you joked, letting go of her hands. Hitch rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Ha, ha. Very funny. Wait. Is that a yes?!" Your response was quiet, but Hitch tackled you with a hug before you even got the full word out. "For real, you're coming? Tell me you're not joking!" she cheered, poking your chest repeatedly. You laughed, "Yes, Hitch. I'm serious - get off, I can breathe." Hitch popped off you, clapped her hands together, and started dancing around the room, tapping away on her phone. Grabbing your shower caddy, you shook your head in laughter and headed to the shared bathrooms to get ready before the party. The party was at one of the frat houses on campus, known for throwing some of the best parties. As you and Hitch walked to the house, you couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. The cold wind brushed against your bare legs, and you briefly cursed yourself for not wearing something warmer. When you arrived, the house was booming with music, and people were already passed out on the front lawn. Some of the rowdier frat boys started to whistle as more girls passed the door, and Hitch grabbed your arm, standing in front of you protectively as she led you inside. "Don't mind them," she muttered, turning her head to you and keeping her grip on you. "They're just freshmen or idiot pledge-wannabes." As you entered the house, Hitch led you to a space in the back that was closed off for entrance. Standing outside the door was a big, blonde guy who looked like he could crush someone's head with one hand. Hitch gave him a sly wink and said, "Hey Reiner, tell Jean I'm here. I brought a friend, too. Hope that's okay." Reiner folded for her easily, and you couldn't help but laugh at the exchange. Hitch whispered in your ear, "President. Of course." The two of you stepped past him, and Hitch led you down to the basement, where the music was softer and there were fewer people. It seemed like this space was reserved for those higher up in the fraternity hierarchy and their friends. As you explored the basement, Hitch mentioned that the president and VP lived down there, and you asked her if she had hooked up with the VP. Hitch warned you off, saying he was a "fuckboy." Just then, a tall, sandy-haired boy approached, and Hitch introduced him as Jean. He smiled kindly and said, "Hey. Hope you're enjoying yourself so far. Sorry for whatever you may have seen upstairs. It's my job to be the professional babysitter for seventy idiots and I'm off on the weekends." Jean's words made you and Hitch laugh, and he offered you drinks or snacks. As you chatted, Hitch excused herself with Jean, leaving you alone. You decided to make your way to the kitchen to find some food and drinks. The basement could have passed off as its own separate apartment, and you grew envious as you explored it. In the kitchen, you found one girl pouring a bag of pretzels into a bowl. By the time you found a drink and a bag of chips, you heard someone scrambling into the kitchen. You tried to turn your back to them, but their mood quickly changed once they got to where you were standing. "Oh. Hey," the voice said. You turned to see who it was, and you had never seen him before. He was clad in simple black sweats, sneakers, and a white t-shirt, and his bright, teal-green eyes caught your attention. "Never seen you before. I'm Eren," he said, giving you a cheeky, boyish grin. You introduced yourself, and Eren started to chat with you, asking if you were new and if you'd ever been to one of these parties before. His conversation was a bit mixed, sometimes charming and other times annoying. As you talked, Eren climbed up onto the counter, his thigh practically touching your arm. He asked you questions, and you found yourself feeling more and more at ease, despite his occasional awkwardness. The group decided to play "7 Minutes in Heaven," and Eren got paired with you. You both headed to the closet, where Connie gave you a thumbs-up and set the timer. As the door shut behind you, Eren whispered, "We don't actually have to do anything if you don't want to." You smiled, feeling a spark of attraction, and replied, "It's okay, actually. I want to..." Eren's eyes lit up, and he leaned in, his face inches from yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and your lips found his, the two of you kissing passionately. As the minutes ticked by, Eren's hands traveled over your body, and you felt a rush of arousal. He teased your lower lip, and his hands started to explore your ass, making you moan softly. Eren pulled away, stepping back to create some space between you. "Can I do something?" he asked quietly. You nodded, and Eren inched up to your bare legs, his nose face-to-face with your hips. He savored the damp spot on your underwear, and you threw your head back at the new sensation. The encounter was intense, and you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you. As the timer went off, Eren pulled away, cupped your face in his hands, and gave you a gentle kiss. The door opened, and you heard Connie's voice, "Eren, get the fuck out of there! Time's up." As Eren exited the closet, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that the encounter was over. However, the memory of the experience lingered, and you found yourself thinking about Eren long after he left. A week went by, and you still couldn't get Eren off your mind. You often found yourself lost in thought, recalling the sensations of his touch and the way he made you feel. Two days later, you ran into Eren in the library, where he was studying. He approached you, and you couldn't help but laugh at his sudden appearance. "Hey, party animal," he said with a smile. You smiled back, still a bit surprised by his forwardness. Eren sat down beside you, and you chatted about your major and interests. As you talked, Eren doodled in your notebook, and you discovered that he had drawn a picture of a phone with the words "Call me" written below. You felt a spark of attraction, and your curiosity was piqued. Who was this guy, really? The encounter left you feeling intrigued, and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Two days passed, and you still hadn't reached out to Eren. You weren't sure what to expect, but you couldn't deny the attraction you felt. You flopped back onto your bed, trying to relax. Sunday's were never the relaxing weekends that people made them out to be, especially not for you. You needed to relax, really relax. And a huff of air escaped you the more you thought about it. You sighed as you thought of Eren, picturing him crystal clear in your mind. Just then, Hitch burst into your room, holding up your stuff. "Hey hey, cutie," she said. You filled her in on what had happened with Eren, and Hitch gave you her advice: "What's the worst thing that could happen?" Hitch encouraged you to let loose and have fun, just like you had at the party. You laughed, feeling a bit better. Maybe Hitch was right. Maybe you should just have fun and not overthink things. You reached out for your phone, and with your thumb hovering over Eren's name, you finally decided to take the plunge and call him. The dial tone barely rang for more than five seconds before he picked up. "Uh, hey," Eren's voice entered your ears. "I didn't think you'd call me...what's up?" You couldn't help but giggle at his voice, husky and groggy. "Nothing...do you want to hang out later tonight?" you asked. The conversation flowed easily, and you agreed to meet up. As you hung up, you couldn't help but feel excited. Eren arrived at your dorm, and you spent the evening together, getting to know each other better. The evening unfolded, and you found yourself lost in the moment, unsure of what would happen next. You led him to your bed, and Eren took your direction. The intimacy between you grew, and you found yourself wanting more. "Take your shirt off," Eren directed. You acquiesced, and Eren began to explore your body. The evening turned into a passionate encounter, and you found yourself lost in the sensations. As the encounter came to an end, Eren surprised you with a sweet gesture. He hopped off your bed, saying, "I was going to meet you at the door but I didn't wanna scare the shit out of you." You smiled, and Eren placed his hands under your chin, rubbing his thumb over your lower lip. "Just wanted to say good night," he said lowly. Eren pressed his lips against yours, giving you a deep, sweet kiss. You sighed into his kiss, half-wishing he would stay a little longer. As he pulled away, Eren gave you another little peck on the corner of your mouth and whispered, "Night," against your lips. You watched him exit the room, feeling floored. You realized that Eren was not what you had expected, but you weren't against asking for more. The encounter left you feeling intrigued, and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.