August did stick to his word, after thirty minutes of waiting he came knocking on my apartment door.

My roommate went to answer it (poor dude had no clue) and was surprised to see a frat boy angrily in search for me.

"Get your ass up right now or I'll get my bros to come help mug you." He stood at the end of my bed, arms crossed and face stuck in a terrifying expression.

"You're 'bros'? Damn, sometimes I forget you're a frat dude." I did seem bold, but in reality I was hoping he didn't punch me in the nose.

"Don't test me, Perez, I won't hesitate to drag you down the stairs by your feet."

My face paled, knowing he wasn't joking.

"Fine fine, just let me get dressed."

"You have five minutes. Any longer and you're leaving in your pajamas." He walks out of my room, slamming the door behind him.

Let's just say I didn't waste any time.