Gay Sex on College Campus Pt-2

It was a week of not leaving dorm except for class and even then it was a toss up. I was the king of not going to class before 10:30 even though my classes started at 9:15. It was a week of subsisting on Froot Loops and Cheez-Its mixed together. It’s delicious, really the saltiness mixed with the saccharine taste. Still, I didn’t usually allow myself artificial foods. I didn’t sleep and thus was more productive than I had been in weeks—hell months. Pages flew by me. My school work was done and writing was my only refuge. I threw myself into my work so I wouldn’t have to think.
I had turned off my phone, scaring my mother when she couldn’t reach me easily. My mother always did have the tendency to hover over me. But I wasn’t about to talk to her. She would have picked up on my melancholy and I wasn’t going to tell her about Ian, about my idiotic expectations.
I was truly alone for an entire week and though I spent most of freshman year that way, having friends and then feeling alone was devastating. I knew this was self-imposed, but I needed time away from the Lambda guys. I didn’t want to see Ian because I didn’t know if I would be angry or try to seduce him away and I didn’t want to see anyone else either.
I made it all the way to Thursday evening before there was a knock on my door. Drew barged in moments after I opened the door. He shoved me toward the bathroom and demanded, “Shower and get dressed.” Fucking fine. I didn’t look into the mirror, I knew I would find my eyes sunken and in the midst of deep purple bruises. That wasn’t Ian’s fault, that was...