Beeps and Buzzes

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Morning came and went, last night's strangeness regarding bad drivers and weird prophetic mental breakdowns all became background noise over your determination to trudge forwards. You didn't need more obsurdity in your life, or to potentially get involved with drunk drivers.

Bare in mind, this had all crept up on you just two days into college life. Two.

Content to be dull in starting off your lacklustre day with a hearty breakfast, waking up extra early in a bid to avoid your usual group who failed to wake up any earlier then nine. You ate, socialised, mooched around campus as you hunted for potential time killers.

Nothing really came about till running into Sandra (Sofia? Sophie? Still weren't sure), your charming roommate. Normally, you wouldn't mind. You'd have to get along for the sake of civility, after all. Only you could do without suffering through an entire venting session, weathering her tears through a tight lipped smile and awkward shoulder pats.

Wasn't all bad. In return for your kindness, she (albeit hesitantly) extended an invitation to an off-campus party.

You weren't exactly going to say 'no' to that. Hell yeah you were down to hang out with people who didn't interrupt your life with Conspiracy theories! Plus, free food. Naturally you were going.

If anyone asked about your plans, you'd just tell them to fuck off.

In a polite way.

Corny as it sounded, your loop back round towards class saw you practically skipping with glee. Mapping out what kind of clothes to wear, stuff like that, before growing serious as soon as your lecturer showed their head.

Only to realise you'd forgotten your pencil case, leading you to leech off your seat mates.

Must've mislaid it in Leo's dorm yesterday, using it to jott some important dates on his tasteful calander.

Oh well. Pick it up later, no harm no fowl.

Bizarrely, those four hours blipped by. Poof. Gone. Vanishing into the aether, silent as a ghost. Notes after notes printed by your diligent hand right then on an A5 notepad, reference materials within hands reach at all times. Highlighters squeaking away, illuminating especially important details... As well as being used to colour in some doodles contained within the margins.

Your lecturer (a lady in her Mid-forties who fancied herself a comedian), exceeded expectations. Emailing everybody a PDF file for the PowerPoint presentation, stressing the courses core values and other such items of importance.

You were among many to be relieved come hearing "I make it a policy not to set anything on the first week", just as you were one of the many to groan at her followup "but after that, your going to have to fend for yourselves"

'Fend for yourselves' was going to grow an... Alarming new meaning, for you, in just a few short minutes time.

But till then, you'd accidentally left your pencil case in Leo's dorm. So, you know, had to drag yourself on over before he stole it. Sort of figured that, hey, you might as well liberate him of some food stuffs at the same time. He wouldn't miss a bottle of soda.

Plus you did have a question nagging away at the back of your mind, something Sam may be able to answer specifically. Namely regarding that car, or, allegedly his car. That he owned. Legally.

Or 'Legally'.

You'd had time to mull over the, strangely fascinating, subject matter on your trek over. It hadn't bothered you so much earlier, yet having changed focus onto your group of oddball friends, to which Sam was now affiliated with, that damned car just... Sprung to the forefront of your mind.