The sun

Marcus

I wake up to a blinding headache, I can feel my head pulse as the sunlight shines into the window my annoying smart ass roommate opened the blinds to. Yet another consequence of my nightly alcohol guilt trip. As I slide my feet out from underneath the covers I try to remind myself of the reason I even came to college. Her voice still speaking in my head "Marcus you have to make something of yourself, the life your father has chosen doesn't have to be your destiny. You may have his stubborn tendencies but you have my understanding intelligence and I know you can put it to good use." One of the many encouraging things my mom said before she left us unwillingly.
As I sit up on the edge of my bed I stretch my arms above my head and feel my back crack. I rub my exhausted sore eyes and throw on my black hoodie. I grab my backpack and take a bite of my half eaten hamburger from last nights bar. At least I was smart enough to bring food home. As I shut the door to my dorm I see Kevin walking up with a stupid smirk. "Glad you can handle your alcohol iceman". He always has a way of pissing me off by just speaking. As I start to walk around him he grabs my shoulder, "again tonight? I'm thinking 901 bar, hot chicks and booze." As I shove him off I glare at him "do you ever get tired of being such a douche?". He laughs as if I'm joking "so your in." It was more of a statement than a question. Although no one in this college could be considered good company they do know how to throw some back and I'm never one to deny going out. "Whatever, just don't throw up on the waitress again".
I'm already running late to class so I stop to get coffee and pop a couple percs to rid the headache and numb the rest.

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Going to class is pointless when it always turns into the most expensive nap. After this year I'm dropping out anyway. I tried and I think mom would understand why I don't have the energy to finish. As I enter my room I smell rosemary and peppermint, not only does Travis (the ass hole roommate) wake up to blinding light he also studies with essential oils "it helps with concentration and learning" is always the response to the annoying smells he engulfs our room with.
"Coming out tonight?" I ask as if I don't know the answer. As amusing as this small fragile human is I've grown to like him. "Not tonight I have a huge test coming up, can't distract myself with babysitting overgrown man-children". I laugh as I change into my denim jeans and black V-neck. "Don't strain your neck reading to much if I think about you I'll bring you back a shot". I know he doesn't drink, it's probably some deep rooted mommy daddy problems but we aren't that close and I don't care about anyone enough to entertain myself with the history.
As I walk into the bar I hear Kevin's annoying already drunk voice "Marcus, man over here I got you shots already lined up" as if he needed help looking more ridiculous he staggered over to me reaching his hand out to grab my shoulder with no avail falling onto his face. It's only 9:54 and he's already face-planted. Pussy.
I walk around him and throw back one of three shots waiting for me. One of many tonight. The other two shots slide down just as smoothly as the first, I wave the waitress down for a few more. I turn around to view my amusement for the night. Kevin leaning over some poor new whole who clearly doesn't mind the attention. As I hear the shot glasses being set behind me something catches my eye, not something but someone.