The closet door closed behind the jock. About 10 minutes later, Josh opened the closet after first making sure no one else was around. He looked down at the jock's condom packet lying on the floor a few feet from your clothing. He reached down and picked you up.
"Well, well, I guess someone passing by this closet needed a condom. I wondered what you'd be when I opened the cupboard. Heh, heh, oh, blocking your thoughts are we? Silent treatment? Fine," Josh says to the condom he believes is you, and shoves you in his pocket. "I've a few ideas on what I can do with you." He closes the closet door and walks back to your formerly shared room.
In the meantime, the jock is working up a sweat bicycling furiously toward his hot date with you jammed into his front pocket. You only saw his meaty hand when he grabbed you, and aren't sure if he's one of your teammates or not.
You wonder how you're going to find your way back to that janitor's closet now. That's your only hope.