Ethan is 22 years old and all he wants is to get his university degree but therefore he has to work as a bartender. It's not the most fulfilling job he could think of but it pays the bills and that's what matters for him.
Joshua however is as caref...
Three weeks, filled with relaxing on the beach, partying and all in all good vibes, come to a close, as we board the airplane to fly back home. "I don't wanna go already," Sara whined. She wasn't the only one feeling that way, however, all good things must come to an end or in this case our money supplies must come to an end. Sara and I had to go back and help out at the bar. Dylan had to go back and work at his favorite place, chipotle, where he only started working because he would get free burritos after every shift. But, he still manages to go there more often for food, than for work and therefore he still has to pay for 50% of his meals.
The only one, that could theoretically stay here for an indefinite amount of time, would have been Tyson. Because he can work from anywhere since he's the social media manager for his parent's business. "At least, we still have some time until the new semester starts, when we are back in the US." And so we boarded the plane to head back to the States.
"Home sweet home," Dylan said as we walked through the doorstep. "Ugh I'm so done, I think I have jet lag." He whined while falling face-first into his pillows. "Yeah yeah, jet lag my ass. Come on Dylan do your laundry or I'm kicking you out because I ain't staying in the same room as your mountain of dirty laundry." I replied, trying to sound serious. "Oh no kick me out? You would do such a cruel thing to me?" He said in a sarcastic tone.
The weeks went by rather uneventfully. Sara and I had some stressful shifts behind the bar since a lot of students came there now that all the exams were taken. Thankfully tho Sara's dad, the owner of the club, hired another barkeeper to take some workload off us. His name was Piotr and he was an exchange student from Poland. He quickly realized though, that Piotr as a name, was rather difficult for people to say, especially when they aredrunk. So he changed his name tag to Peter, as Piotr was the Polish version of it.
The last 2 weeks of semester break have come and with that, the freshmen arrived at campus. Some of the rooms on our floor have been emptied after last semester and so Dylan and I figured that we would get some new neighbors already. However, I didn't expect it to matter and so when we got our first look at them, my heart stopped.
The Jerk that gave me the stupid nickname 'bar-boy' and one of his stupid-looking goons from the bar moved into the very first dorm room on the floor. Dylan was oblivious as ever to the elephant in the room or should it be the elephant in the dorm? I pondered on that thought for a while and so I missed the moment to stop Dylan from going to the two of them and greeting them. If the Jerk, whose name I still haven't found out about, wasn't aware of this coincidence just yet, he surely was now, as he smiled while dapping up Dylan and looking directly at me.
The last time I saw this guy, I purposefully picked drinks for him and his girlfriend that, to everyone aware of their names, would surely lead to a discussion, if given a thought. To my surprise, his girlfriend was in fact aware of the names of the drinks and therefore left the club causing quite the scene. Thinking about that moment I would have given a shit load of money, just to see what happened afterwards. The combination of her drink with the name 'part-time lover' and his drink called 'dick sucker', definitely lead to some wild speculations.
No time to be stuck in the past now though, as he approached me. I looked past him and realized that Dylan was still talking to the other guy and so this confrontation would be just between him and me. Every possible escape was crushed by the way these dorm floors were designed and so I had no other choice but to stand here and wait for the inevitable.
"What a surprise to see you here, bar-boy," he said with a smile on his face. I couldn't muster up any courage to open my mouth and so all I did was smile sheepishly. "You do know that your little stunt cost me my girl right?" He continued as he came to a stop, a couple feet away from me. We looked at each other for a couple of seconds as an awkward atmosphere began to set in. He didn't seem too threatening which was luckily caused by the fact that I was looking down to see him but his physique still made sure that I wouldn't be winning any sort of physical altercation.
"Do I need to be sitting on a bar stool first for you to talk to me or what?" He was sort of confused by my lack of words. "Oh sorry, I was just thinking about how all of this would be so much more intimidating if you weren't below 6 feet." I kind of just spat out before thinking and immediately realized that I was most definitely getting my ass whooped if I kept up this sassy attitude.
A/N: Another month has passed without a new chapter I know at this point I'm just borderline lazy but I'll finish this book eventually. And I promise it won't take me years! Anyways no promises for the next upload this time.
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