Jack and Jitters: Epilogue

You know those infamous thin walls I talk about in my description on this site? 

Well, I’ve got a “neighbor” who I cannot stand at all. I knew her before I found out that my room was next door to hers and I wasn’t particularly thrilled. She’s bitchy, she’s closed-minded, she’s from one of those areas that are incredibly homogenous, racist, sexist, etc. I’ve also heard she talks shit about me sometimes about how some noise comes from my room from when I have people over, for reasons both sexual and nonsexual. Whatever. I try to be considerate, but a girl has needs. 

Not to mention she has her very loud friends over almost every night since the beginning of the year, so I think it’s a fair tradeoff that I get my rocks off every so often in my room. I really do try to avoid taking people back to my room, but sometimes it happened.

By coming back to campus a few days earlier than most people, SG and I had assumed that she was out and we could do whatever we wanted.

After the ordeal, SG and I found ourselves cuddled up on my bed. I had washed up, pulled on some sweats, and was riding the endorphins. Suddenly, we heard my neighbor’s door open and her footsteps entering in the hallway.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, “she’s been in there the whole time.” She had most likely heard the entire thing.

SG shrugged and brushed some hair off my face, “she probably enjoyed it.”