Unsustainable Love

Prologue

I pounced to my laptop and scrolled through my grades. Borderline. Great. "Damn, dudddde." My currently drunk roommate looked over my shoulder. "I know." I sighed. "Well," He said walking to his bed, "finals are really close. You should probably get those grades up." I eyed him annoyed. He put his hands up, like he was being arrested. "Just saying." He mumbled. "You know, I hate it when your drunk, yet you still have reasoning, Cylis." I rolled my eyes, swerving back in my chair to face my screen. "Hey. I gonna go down to the Hooka Club. Comin'?" He urged me. And before I could even answer, he grabbed my wrist and practically dragged me out of our dorm. He just handed a Hershey's chocolate bar to the some might say, husky, dorm advisor. {A/N: I am sorry if that last sentence offended any of you. I just wanted to show the dorm advisor wasn't a very good one.} When we arrived from the start, all i saw was making out, freaky girls, men acting like players and pimps. A drunk girl walked up to me and jumped in my lap. Even though I was in the market for a girlfriend, I just looking. No buying. I tried to force her off, but she was just so attached to my lips. When she finally stopped, she was panting like hell. I felt very uneasy. She could tell. "Wyatt. What's wrong." She said scanning my face. "Wyatt? My name isn't Wyatt. It's---" I was cut off by a mascline man that was atleast six feet tall. Maybe six' two. "Alechia? Alechia." He fumed. "Wyatt!" She gasped. "Who is he!" He angrily pointed at me. "What?" She tried to sound dumb to ease up the situation. Which didn't help. "I said! Who.the.fuck.is.he." He clenched his fist. He unclenched when he saw his drunken girlfriend, wife, whatever she is to him's face." He got up to hit me, but Cylis stood in front of him. "Cylis! Sit your ass down!" I whisper-yelled at him. At that second the cops burst through the entrance. Their attention darted at us. Either the man wasn't aware of the cops presence, or he didn't care because he rose his fist to punch Cylis, but the cops interviened. The owner of the club said all three of us needed to leave right now. Then someone about my age walked up to the owner. "Come on dad. Let 'em stay. Except him." He pointed toward the guy. "Fine. I don't give a fuck. Come on 'lechia." He called out to his girlfriend. She hurried after hm out the entrance. I swirved in the bar chair. "Thanks man." I thanked the owner's son. " Anytime. The name's Kris." He slowly raised his hand. "Eric." I said shaking it.

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