Campus King | 18+

Chapter Five

Hannah

Luck must have finally been shining down on me because I didn't run into Fuckface for the next two days. It was amazing. The sun was brighter, the temperature was warmer and the air just smelled a whole lot sweeter. I was finally starting to recover from the trauma of my interactions with him.

After everything that went down, I phoned Bailey and told her everything — because everyone knew that the best kind of therapy came from your best friend. Though, in this instance, she was useless. All she could focus on was trying to get me to tell her how hot he was. It was with great reluctance and disgust that I finally admitted he was one of the hottest men I'd ever seen and that he had the body of a Greek God (her words). At least it seemed that way. I was praying that under his clothes he was actually really hideous. A bit of a far reach but it made me happier to picture it.

I didn't even complain when my mom called to complain about my dad's new girlfriend, Kelly. She was ten years younger than him and looked like she starved herself (again, not my words). I just listened as I ate microwaved ramen and mini-pizzas.

And then my dad called soon after to complain about my mother annoying him while I ate cookies and cream ice cream. She was apparently making very rude public posts about him and Kelly, which I thought was hilarious. Afterward, I settled in to watch a new series I was interested in and was pleasantly surprised by how good it was. Even sleep was good that night. I usually slept well, but I woke up in an extra good mood the next morning.

All was good with the world again.

It was a Friday, and classes had gone smoothly. Fuckface didn't show up for our shared class, but I made sure to sit near the front just in case. Still, not seeing his face put an extra spring in my steps. To celebrate, I decided to treat myself to a meal at Moxie's, the popular bar and grill near campus. I went early to avoid the evening crowd, intending to focus on my assignments while enjoying a plate of their famous loaded nachos.

I parked my car in the gravel lot outside and approached the weathered brick structure, taking in its rustic charm. Apparently, this bar was as old as Dale University itself.

The faded paint on the exterior hinted at its age, and the creaking sign above swayed in the evening breeze, adding to the overall nostalgic feel of this place. The low hum of chatter and distant notes of music seeped through the door.

Entering through the swinging double doors, I found myself enveloped in a warm, inviting atmosphere. The interior was adorned with vintage posters and memorabilia, all displayed on the walls. The rows of lights overhead cast a soft, golden glow as generic rock music played in the background.

Several flatscreens played a recording of an old football game. It had to be one of our team's matches because one-half of the players were wearing blue, black and silver — our college's colors. The few patrons that were here focused on the screens or quietly chatted amongst themselves.