Your shoulder gets poked.

"Hey, man," you hear. "Wake up."

You groan, rolling over in bed. Your eyes barely open, sensitive to the light. You see the familiar face of your roommate, Jeremy. His hair is dark, short on the sides and scruffy on top. His eyes are greenish-brown, his lips are full. He has an unshaven stubbly look that accentuates his angular jawline. He's only wearing gray sweatpants riding low on his hips, and white socks. His chest is strong, shaped perfectly, his arms are muscular and lean. He's been working on getting six-pack abs this semester and you can see the vertical line accentuating a trail of fuzz.

Jeremy's an all-around amazing roommate. You have lots of fun hanging out together, he's very easy to get along with and always smiling beautifully. He excels academically, but he never comes off as the nerdy type. He's naturally smart, enthusiastic, and always up for a good time. You and Jeremy have even jerked off a few times together to porn, but you've always been too shy to really touch him, fearing that it would make your friendship awkward.

"I think you're late for class."

Your eyes snap open and you let out a horrified gasp, darting your vision straight to the clock.

Oh no! Jeremy was right! You've got 5 minutes to get to class! You better hurry!

...Or you could skip it and hope your professor doesn't notice.