"Hello, wake up. Campus Police."

[read part 1 here]
Wow, I totally forgot I ever submitted this story. What a night. Ok then, where did I leave off...

I was out of the closet and everything was somewhat back to normal. Chaz and I started listening to some more music until around 5:30 in the morning. Then some guys that lived on the floor heard what had happened and came in the room. I was convinced that one of them was a NARC but I think I was just bugging out.

When those dudes left, Chaz and I decided it was time to get some sleep. He passed out on his bed and I tried my best to catch some sleep on his roommate's bed.

At around 8, I heard a knocking on the door. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. The gods must have had it in for me that night. This bitch saw me earlier in the night when I had to make the infamous run to the shower to wash off all the tide-and she ratted me out to the RD. I had gotten into a screaming fight earlier in the trimester with this girl and she hated me. I think it was because I banged her friend or something, I honestly don't remember.

So back to the door--I heard "Hello… RA. Anyone here? Hello?" I said to myself, 'It's all over. I am dead. I'm getting kicked out of school and arrested.'

I heard the key go into the lock and then the handle turned. Instinctively, I threw all the blankets and sheets over me and lay motionless--feigning sleep. The door opened and in walked 2 RA's and 2 campus cops.

"Hello, wake up. Campus Police."

FUCK!

Then I heard the sweetest, most angelic voice I have ever heard. It was the voice of an RA who I sort of had a relationship with earlier in the year. She totally saved my ass.

She told the cops, "Oh that's Chaz and his girlfriend; let's leave them alone."

She knew it was me because my orange hair was sticking out on the top of the bed (as she told me days later). And just like that, they left. I waited another minute or two and jumped out of the bed. Chaz said, "Dude, I think you better get the fuck out of here." Truer words had never been spoken.

I ran down the stairwell and flew out the fire exit running at least 20mph. I never turned to look behind me, and I didn't stop running until I got to the bus station that took me back to my place. It was like the ending to the most fucked up movie EVER! And I had just lived it.

And that was that. Most of the details of the story, like the cops and stuff that I did not see, the friendly RA told me about days later. She saved my ass, and I love her for that. At the end of that trimester, I left school and I lost contact with every single person I knew there, including the RA. I never really got to thank her, and I wish I could see her again. This was about 3 or 4 years ago. I miss everyone a lot, but I have a lot of memories, which I will never forget.

I hope everyone enjoyed reading this. I sure had fun telling it.

PS. I never did acid again.