I knocked on Adam's door, folding my arms tightly across my chest.
After my dad's diagnosis and the family circus that followed, I hadn't spoken to Adam in days. And he hadn't been answering my calls or texts.
Which meant that I was back to banging down his dormitory door, here to demand some answers.
Terrence cracked open the door. "Campbell's at the door!"
I heard Adam speaking in the background, which meant that he was here.
That's enough for me.
I shoved past Terrence, much to his surprise. "You can't keep me out."
"-to see me like this," Adam said, before letting out a sigh. "Dammit, Campbell."
I took a moment to survey Adam. His skin was flushed, a gleam of sweat shining across his forehead.
I made my way over to him, resting my hand on his forehead. "What's wrong with you?"
"Wrong question!" Terrence called out from behind me.
I dropped my hand, raising an eyebrow at Adam for an explanation.
He offered me a wry smile. "It's day two of the detox," he said. "There's a shit ton wrong with me."
"What detox?" I asked. "Are you doing some kind of a juice cleanse?"
That would fit Adam's stereotype. He was the type to avoid processed sugars and soda during the season, to workout incessantly and only eat organic foods and lean meats.
It wouldn't surprise me if he took on a juice cleanse.
"Alcohol detox, Campbell."
Now that took me by surprise.
"Wait..." I said, pausing to collect my thoughts. "You're quitting drinking?"
I could see the hesitation on Adam's face.
"Yes!" Terrence called out from behind me.
"We're taking it day-by-day," Adam said, with a pained laugh. "Today? Second thoughts."
If it was only day two, they had quite a ways to go.
I took a seat next to him, nudging him so he'd make room on the futon. "I'm really proud of you."
This was the last thing I expected from Adam. But I was proud nonetheless.
If he could stick with it, that is.
"I wasn't looking for your seal of approval."
There's the Adam that I know.
I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm offering it anyways."
Terrence came around the side, handing Adam a beer. "Drink up."
I must have missed something.
"I thought the whole point was to quit drinking," I said, glancing toward Terrence in confusion.
Clearly beer was an alcoholic beverage.
"You can't just quit," Terrence informed me. "The withdrawal symptoms can kill you. You have to taper off."
That was news to me.
I was curious as to how withdrawal from alcohol could kill you, but I had a feeling that I'd better not ask in front of Adam.
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Sarah Campbell has everything she's ever wanted. She worked day and in and day out for her acceptance to her dream school, Vanderbilt University. And now that she's got it she can't wait to finally let loose. She never was the goodie-two-shoes her p...