Bruised Thighs And Hazel Eyes

Chapter 2

Alrighty another chapter in! This one is in Oli's P.O.V.

I hope you all like it!

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Its orientation day, and god I was dreading it more than anything. They had us move our bags to our rooms earlier, not that I had much to bring anyways. We didn't get a chance to see our roommates because they had us go at different times. My head felt heavy ,and was pounding, while I sat on a bench in what I'm assuming is the courtyard.

A cigarette dangled loosely from my chapped lips as I scrolled through my phone. I felt the chills and the shakes travel like a wave through my body. I needed a hook up and i needed it fast.
Given that I'm not the most reliable customer, payment wise, my dealer cut me off... until I pay him back the few hundred dollars I owe him.

Nobody in my contacts would hook me up, fuck, I owed them all some sort of payment. I ran my shaky hand through my messy hair and sighed. It's been a few days since I've done anything.

Since I've smoked weed, shot up, dropped acid, or snorted whatever powder I can get my hands on. Almost setting a record for myself really. I couldn't have that.

I took a long drag from my cigarette filling my lungs with the chemicals I, oh so, needed. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, pulling it out, I opened a text from Jordan.

Jordan:
Dude where r u? Its starting

Me:
B there soon

I slid my phone it back into my pocket and stood up from the bench, I dropped what little there was left of my smoke and snuffed it out with the ball of my foot.

I pulled my hoodie over my head and shoved my hands deep into its pockets. I honestly couldn't give less of a fuck about this whole orientation shit. The only reason I'm here is to fuck around, see if actually room with someone pleasant. Im exhausted, jaded really... I should just skip this shit.

I stood in front of a set of double doors contemplating whether i should just fuck it and go back to my dorm room.

No, I couldn't do that, I wouldn't hear the end of it from Jordan or Lee.

"Fuck it" I mumbled, I pushed the doors open a little harder than I should have. A very loud bang ringing through my ears didn't shake the bored expression on my face.

So I was late. Opps.

It seemed like everyone turned around and was staring. I held my breath while i felt a thousand eyes glue themselves to me.

I walked through the aisle and made my way to an almost empty row. I sat down and pulled my hood off my head, jesus it's pounding, i rather get my skull cracked in half than go through this pain.

I ran my hands through my hair again, I needed a shower bad. I looked like shit, greasy, sickly, sleep deprived shit. The woman on the stage started to speak again.

"Your bags should already be in your rooms. I hope that you all get along with your roommates. Any problems you have can be handed with your dorm leaders Ronnie and Chris." Two boys stood up in front on the stage and fist bumped.

One had this slime green hair, the other had black hair and.. Tattoo on the side of his head?

Fuckin' frat boys.

The green haired one turned to the audience and waved, and took the mic, "Call me Fronz". The other one stood with his arms crossed.

The lady spoke again, "Thank you; I hope you all have a great year here."