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11

*edited* update: my eye infection feels a lot better but it still burns also my last day high school is in 5 days wow

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Friday nights were gross. I decided not to go to parties anymore until I had another reason to. I wasn't going to risk my health by letting myself pass out again. I was tucked into my comfortable bed, deciding on watching a Criminal Minds marathon, instead.

I clicked into the Netflix app on my desktop, selecting season 9 to start off the night. Before the video had even began to load, I was brought up a notification.

"Fuck!" I screamed (even louder than usual, knowing no one was in the room.) Someone had cut off my Netflix account.

I sighed, acting like a dead corpse on her funeral bed, with my phone in my hand. Who did I have to call to get this configured? My ugly brother? My mysterious mother?

My night was officially ruined. Maybe I would call Louis, since he seemed to be the only friend I made at this fucking college. I searched for "pencil supplier," tapping on the phone icon before letting the speaker setting take over.

"What is it, Erin?"

"Hey Louis, do you want to play with me?"

After a few minutes, I grinned at the sound of his fist pounding on my dorm door. I dragged myself out of bed, unlocking the door and inviting him inside.

"I don't have money if that's what you want," he immediately spoke, plopping himself and his backpack on the floor. "I only came over so you can help me with math homework."

"Why do you assume I need money?" I laughed, rolling my eyes before reaching for my own bag beneath my small wooden desk. Louis just shrugged in reply, taking out his book while I did the same. We took out our notebooks, comparing our answers to an equation.

"I hate math," he stated, taking his anger out on the pencil in his hand. He broke it in half. "Let's take a break."

"How are we even going to graduate," I groaned, "how did I even make it past freshman year?"

"Same," he lightly chuckled, scratching at the beard beginning to form in the depths of his skin. "Do you mind if I smoke in here?"

"Yes," I glared at him in disgust. "Smoke outside, I don't want this place smelling like tobacco."

"It's not tobacco," he let out a chuckle, smirking as he took out a small container from his pocket. "All rolled up and ready."

"I did not know you were this type of person," although, I totally knew he smoked weed. "Damn, Louis."

He rolled his eyes, a small smile still on his face as he took out a joint and began to light it up. I watched in amusement as he brought the stick up to his thin lips, and took a drag.

"Yes," he exhaled, smoke clouding the space above him. "I love marijuana." I sat, lightly laughing at his appearance. He looked so happy. "You want some?"

"I've never done drugs." I confessed. It was true, I always went around acting like a bad bitch during high school, but I wasn't actually a bad bitch.

"Well, today is your chance," he offered his joint, shaking it around my face. "This is usually really expensive, you know." I shook my head, speechlessly laughing - I couldn't possibly. "Come on." He cooed.