Apartment 17B ◈

Three

LUKE

I made the mistake of thinking that my psychology exam was the last one I had before winter break, completely forgetting that I had one more math class. I rushed there at four o'clock since that's when the class started and took the exam. Our professor passed out multiple papers, telling us what we should expect next semester and telling us what we need to review. As I exited the elevator that landed on my floor, I skimmed through the hundreds of papers that were in my hand. I wasn't paying any attention when I felt a body collide with mine. My papers flew everywhere and I saw an iPhone 6 with a pink phone case on it fall to the floor. It was quickly picked up by a small, pale hand with black nail polish on her fingernails. It couldn't have been anyone but my neighbor.

"I'm so sorry! I would stay and help you but I'm already late to work and I'll get fired if I'm even more late!" Her voice echoed throughout the small hallway as she sprinted down the set of stairs. I'm not sure why she decided to take the stairs, she would have to walk down seventeen flights of them! That is one con of living on the third to tallest level in this building. I sighed heavily and dramatically and dropped to my knees to pick up my papers that were scattered everywhere. After a good ten minutes, everything was picked up, out of order, and upside down. At this point, I just wanted to give up on life. I dug my keys out of my pocket and unlocked my door.

I dropped my backpack on the floor right next to the door and kicked my shoes off as I walked to my bed. I neatly placed the papers on my desk before collapsing on my bed and letting out a groan once my head hit the pillow. It had been a really long day and being in my bed just hits the spot. First, I woke up at the ass crack of dawn, not being able to fall back asleep. I gave up trying to fall asleep, so I decided to take a shower. But to my luck, there was no hot water. I took a freezing cold shower that put me in an even worse mood. Then a few hours later I walked to Starbucks and ordered my usual drink; an iced caramel macchiato. I was planning on going to the library to see if they had any new books I could rent, but my plan was ruined when my body collided with another figure. It was a guy I have a few classes with, but I can't remember his name. My drink spilled all over my body and nothing happened to him. He apologized a million times and I tried so hard not to flip out, and I did a pretty good job of it. It's not like he purposely ran into me and spilled my drink on my favorite white t-shirt. Lastly, I had to rush to class right after that with a coffee stained shirt on. I reeked of coffee and it made my body all sticky. So, all in all, today pretty much sucked.

Since I still had my coffee shirt on, I sat up from my bed and peeled it off of my body and threw in the direction of all of my other dirty clothes. I laid back down and couldn't keep my eyelids open. I slowly, but surely, fell into a deep sleep that was interrupted by someone pounding their knuckles on my door at three in the morning. I groaned, rolled out of my bed, and sleepily walked to my door. When I swung it open, it revealed a shitfaced looking Calum.

"Calum? What the fuck are you doing here? It's three in the morning, dude."

"I know," Calum shrugged and pushed past me to get inside of my apartment. "I went to that local bar a few blocks away, I think it's called Black Widow or something like that, and I got shitfaced by myself. I was super upset about being single so I drank my emotions away. I had a somewhat deep discussion about it with the hot bartender that was working. I was the last one to leave so she called me a cab and paid for it."

"Oh," I mumbled. "Wow."

"I know. She was really pretty, Luke. I think you would like her. Maybe you know her."

"Well, did you get her name?"

"No," Calum sighed and fell onto his stomach on my couch. I was guessing that his plan was to spend the night here. I wasn't sure why he wouldn't just go to his own apartment, but I didn't question it. Maybe because that cab ride would be more expensive than the amount of money he was given to by the hot bartender girl. "I'm just gonna sleep right here tonight."