Bonk.

"Fuck!"

Andy swore again, his voice muffled by the stupid mascot suit head currently wedged tight onto his regular head, staggering back from the locker wall he'd involuntarily smacked into. "Stupid furry piece of -" he panted, struggling to get the damn thing off.

Today couldn't get any worse - first he'd spent the entire morning with a stomach ache because his douche Alpha Sig Sig 'bros' had thrown all his vanilla packs out of the house fridge so he'd had to borrow some of Vincent's protein shakes (barf), then he'd missed out on the anime club watch party because the Bears were playing off the Beavers, and worst of all - charlie had been in stands, watching the game.

Probably making goo-goo eyes at his cool jock brother while Andy skated around practically blind in this stupid, too tight, stinky bear costume.

Not that he could blame them, really. Why settle for Andy 'asthmatic, anime watching loser' Campbell when you could get Vince 'nah bro i just naturally have a twelve pack it's the cold showers bro' Campbell?

And in Andrew's eyes, charlie could get anybody on campus. It was a miracle they didn't get swamped by adoring crowds just walking around, being all cute and funny and perfect-

Distracted by his rapidly spiraling thoughts, Andrew stepped on a discarded towel slick with hockey-bro sweat and went skidding across the changing room floor, crashing into a bench.

Just then, to make his misery truly complete, he heard the door open. Great. A witness to his humiliation.

Gritting his teeth, Andy swallowed the remnants of his pride. Tried to straighten into a sitting position from his sprawl on the floor. "H-hey, uh, whoever just entered the room." He pointed at the cartoony bear head stuck firmly around his noggin. "D'you think you could give me a hand?"