Cowboys and Mustangs

College Life- Chayni

"Blake," I mumble as I rub my tired eyes as my legs find stand from my bed, "Blake," I repeat as I realize her body didn't respond to me.

I look over to our clock and groan, "Wake up Blake," I say firmer but still nothing, "Blake wake up or we're gonna be late," I persist until I finally roll her body over onto her back, my action finally stirs her awake.

"Holy fuck," the beautiful word unconsciously leaves her lips as her eyebrows furrow in exhaustion.

"You have ten minutes," I say as I walk into our bathroom.

Thankfully we were able to snag a two person dorm with its own toilet and sink, but the downfall is that there's no shower. That we have to share with the rest of the floor. It's not as bad as I thought it'd be because obviously since it's all girls on this floor, the showers are kept clean and sanitary.

After I'm done in the bathroom I see Blake had managed to get her limp body out of bed, but hadn't even took a step forward. She looked like a zombie with her head hung and stomach bloated out, "I'm going in my PJs," she said as she brushed past me to use the bathroom.

"No one's gonna judge you for it," I respond, recalling that lots of people show up for class in what they wore to bed. No one cares in college about what you wear or do, that's the beauty of it.

"I wouldn't give a fawk if they do," she responds with her mouth full of toothpaste making me grin.

I decide to change into a pair of light washed denim jeans and quarter zip jacket with the college's colors and mascot. After I applied my deodorant I tossed it to Blake knowing she forgot to, her brain never properly functions in the morning.

After Blake combs through her hair with her fingers, we sling our backpacks over our shoulders and head out our doom room door.

It's a beautiful morning today, the sun is shining through the trees and the birds are flying past us as we walk to our first class, Biology. Blake still looks like a zombie as her eyes struggle to stay open and her legs lack motivation to walk. If we had time, I'd stop and get her a Redbull, but unfortunately she'll just have to suck it up.

As soon as we settle into our seats in our lecture hall along with 80 other students, Blake's head rests on my shoulder and she mumbles, "I swear to God if she gives us a weekly quiz.."

Then our professor walks in and enthusiastically says, "Good morning everyone! Computer screens closed and pencils out, time for your weekly quiz!"

Lots of groans and mumbles are heard in different spots around the hall and I hear Blake curse under her breath, "Just kidding!" Professor Mcabee cheers as she throws up her hands, "I got all of you! Happy Monday!" She says making me grin lightly at her bright personality.

"She's lucky," Blake says making me chuckle.

"Or what?" I ask amused.

"I would have wrote a letter to the Dean,"

"To tell him she's just doing her job?" I grin down at her, who still has her head on my shoulder.

"That she gives us quizzes at 8 o'clock in the morning," she moans, "now be quiet, I'm trying to listen to the lecture." She says making me roll my eyes since it's the exact opposite of what she's doing with her eyes shut tight.

I look over at Amelia, our dorm neighbor, who shares the same look at me, "She's lucky we share our notes with her," she whispers to me.

Before I answer Blake's snore interrupts me, "She's something alright," I shake my head at my best friend before I turn my attention to professor Mcabee who's now speaking about microbes.