Adam Grey is a second-year university student, part-time employee at his local garage, severely sleep-deprived and sick of his neighbour's shit.
After three months of constantly listening to his neighbour blare dubstep at 2am, Adam enlists the help...
Three days after having dinner with Adam at the garage, Cole texted the other boy again to see if he wanted to meet up for coffee. Adam mustn't have been in class because he texted back almost instantly.
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Cole smiled to himself and tucked his phone away, leaning back in his chair and fiddling with a pen as his Professor droned on through his lecture.
Class ended at what felt like fifteen million years later. Shoving his laptop into his bag, Cole scooped it up and hoisted it onto his shoulder.
"You're in a hurry." James observed, rising from the seat next to him and putting his notepad away. "Everything okay?"
Cole nodded and checked the time on his phone. "Yeah, just want to get to the cafe before the line forms."
James stared at him quizzically. "I've never seen you so desperate for coffee."
"What can I say? I'm a regular Lorelai Gilmore."
James' expression didn't change. "You're meeting up with Adam, aren't you?"
"You can fuck right off."
James laughed, patting his shoulder as they climbed the steps of the lecture hall to the exit. "Well, I've got to go speak with Meisler about overloading a unit next semester. I'll see you later?"
