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↺ 024 : cellphones & good-for-nothing computers

Just as I was about to forward the website link to mine and Talia's emails, my laptop's screen went black. I tell you, I almost screamed. But, I did not, because, 1. I loved the library, and 2. I was a first year. If I'd gotten banned from the library as a first year, the following six years of my life were going to be hellish. Like, full-on-inferno hellish. I could exhaust the damn encyclopedia stating all the reasons why it would be so, but my laptop had just quit on me. I had better things to do.

As far as I knew, CJ wasn't back yet. She had yet to turn up back at the dorm while I was there, and I hadn't texted to ask if she was on her way. Talia was no fucking help, obviously, and heaven forbid I ask Odin for help.

Maybe I could find an internet cafe somewhere.

The library had computers, but I'd never used them, and frankly, I didn't want to. For one, germs. Plus, they were widely used. I didn't necessarily want anyone coming across something I'd researched, personal or not. I guess that meant internet cafes were out of the question.

After much deliberation, I decided to pack up my stuff and ask Carter if he could figure out what went wrong. I probably needed a new one, but even if I got one, I'd still need to transfer my documents and whatnot.

Greek Row was dead as roadkill. Students hung around, some in pairs, some in trios, but most of them, in singles. I was a little surprised to see this many people back, but I didn't show it. Who would I even show it to? Why would I? I was mad pissed that Talia hadn't shown, and my laptop biting the dust was, if anything, the final nail on the coffin.

I'd barely been back a day, and I already wanted out.

Pi Kappa's front door was opened by Caleb's coke-snorting-white-ass. He wore nothing but navy blue sweatpants, and his cropped dirty blonde hair was a dead giveaway of what'd he'd been occupied with about ... say, thirty minutes ago.

"Couldn't keep your nose out of the bag, huh?" I muttered as I walked past him. The living room was lit up, and the TV was switched on. Two controllers sat on the brown sofa next to an unopened can of Coca-Cola. "Is Carter back?"

Caleb crossed his arms and cocked a brow, eyes following my every movement. "If you want to fuck me, just say so, Lenny."

I rolled my eyes as I stalked up to the stairs. "Is Carter back?"

"What's it to you?"

Sighing, I turned to look at him. Hazel, bloodshot eyes met my clear ones. His eyes held promise of a challenge, but I did not have Caleb's fucking time.

"Listen here, burnout," I began. His brows arched further, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I am in a shitty mood, and unless you want-"

"Shitty mood? Well, why didn't you say so?" He cupped his hands around his mouth. I stared, confused. "DeShawn! Get your ass down here!" He turned to me. "I read online that a quick fix for a bad mood is, you know, drugs, but you don't seem like the type to ... you know."

I scoffed. "Wonder what gave that away."

Caleb shrugged. "You don't want instant gratification, and you're still playing hard to get ... How about a cigarette?"

Yeah, I'd had enough. Carter's housemates were the reason I hated coming here. I mean, a whole entire house, kitchen and laundry included? I'd be here so often I might as well live here.

Carter's bedroom was the second door on the right, and if I was not mistaken, it was where he spent eighty percent of his free time. We weren't much different in that aspect when it came down to it, but I didn't usually have my entire friend group come over to mine just to drag my out of my room. I also went out more. I didn't think Carter had ever stepped foot in any of the diners on campus.