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You fumble with the lock, opening up a dorm-room that’s only halfway unpacked. Your two suitcases still sit open, their contents strewn across the ground, and you sigh as you prop open the door, and begin to fold a pile of t-shirts.

If only I had ordered the steak instead of that crab, you think to yourself, placing a neat pile of shirts into your drawer, then maybe I wouldn’t have been stuck in that hospital for two damn weeks.

The day before you were due to move in to college, your parents had taken you and your twin-sister Lisa out to a fancy seafood restaurant in order to celebrate the big occasion. It had been a good idea, until you had to be rushed to the ER the next day when you collapsed in the hallways of your dorm. The doctors eventually figured out that you had ingested some rare parasite in the crab, and after a painful surgery, they nursed you back to health over the course of the college orientation week.

You were ready to leave the hospital right as the week was ending, but then the doctors had said that there was the possibility that the parasite had laid eggs, and that you might need to go under surgery at any moment if they hatched, and so they had kept you in for a whole nother week while you stewed in that hospital room, bored out of your mind.

See, there was thing going around college campuses this year, a challenge called the Freshman 15. Put simply, it was competition to see who could sleep with 15 girls in their freshman year - a feat that some claimed was impossible. Like many of the other guys in your class, you had made the Freshman 15 one of your goals for the year, but being stuck inside of a tiny little room with nothing to do while everyone else was getting to know each other was going to set you miles behind.

The one upside of the whole hospital trip, you reflect to yourself as you pack away one of your two suitcases, was that hot nurse that I got to flirt with a bunch. She was cute and seemed kind of into me. Too bad nothing ever came of it, though.

Well, it wasn’t like you had tried to make a move on her anyways. You figured that a sexy woman like her probably had a boyfriend already (though she never mentioned one), so instead, you discreetly jacked off to the thought of her when there was nobody around. It wasn’t your proudest moment, but hey, a guy had to cope somehow right? You shrug and continue to sort out your room.

Just as you’re putting up your last poster - a Run the Jewels one that you picked up at their concert - there’s a knock at your door and a head pokes in.

“Hey Alex, I’m happy to see you in one piece! I don’t think we’ve formally met yet. I’m one of the two RAs in East Hall this year. Want me to take you around the place?”

“Sure,” you say, waving back. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name. What was it again?”

Note: There are no dead ends until chapter 100 or so (wherever I've written up to) - all branches converge, so feel free to pick whatever path you want! Also, do leave a like if you enjoy the story! It motivates me to contribute more, and more is (usually) better...