The slam on his door was enough to drag Chris away from the computer, though he was careful to peer out through a very narrow crack in the door before opening it altogether. Nobody was out there. Who the fuck would bang on his door and just run off like that? Probably Devin or someone. Fuck would they never leave him alone?
As he went to slam it shut, something fluttered on the door, catching his eye. He yanked it off and stared at it, then scowled furiously.
"That's not funny, you fucking nerd," he growled, tossing it on the floor and heading back to his chair. It wasn't funny at all. Because it happened ALL THE GODDAMN TIME.