#gal: i'm not mad i'm disappointed here i was thinkin u were a secret Nice Guy

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@errantson​ continued from here

Her roommate was a forward on the soccer team, so it wasn’t unusual for her cheaper shin guards to litter the floor of their room when she was running from practice to swimming to the gym to class and then starting the cycle over again. When Galya heard one hit the wall, she had sat up and yanked the oversized shirt she typically wore to bed off her nightstand, pulling it over her head as he turned to face her. She was, frankly, disappointed. She hadn’t pinned Eron as the fuck-and-run type but hey, she’d definitely been wrong before. Lips narrowed into a thin line when he spoke, ouch. No guy had ever been so horrified or embarrassed  that they wanted to pretend nothing happened before. It wasn’t a great feeling, which she was sure was evident on her face, even as she rubbed sleep out of her eyes. “Hey, sure. Whatever works for you. You just might want to give it a few minutes,” she leaned over to check the time on her phone, free hand smoothing down her still-wild bedhead, “---it’s 7:30, a bunch of the girls’ll be in the kitchen making smoothies before they go running---” sure enough, when she paused, a blender and animated chattering could be heard, albeit slightly muffled, from downstairs, “---they’ll be done soon. I mean, if you want a smoothie then go for it.”