"Man, I'm so bummed." Claude whines as he plops on the red bean bag chair, dropping the game controller on the soft carpeted floor.
"Huh." I say, my eyes still focused on the picture of a very beautiful girl that I've set as my phone's wallpaper.
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It was actually sent by the one and only Alexa Mendez, hell if I knew why she did but hey, I'm not complaining.
Quinn looks really cute here, makes me want to hug her to death. Ugh. Damn, lucky dog.
"We should go out, you know? Like celebrate or something." Claude says, fishing his phone from his pocket. "I'll send a text message to Alex. Damn, I don't even know where that brat enrolled. You send a message to Quinn."
"She's busy." I frown. It's true though, Quinn informed me earlier about hanging out with Chase and Lois, her friends from uni. "Fuck, I miss her."
"What was that?" Claude laughs, throwing a pillow at me. We're currently at our dorm room, deciding to see the place first earlier so that we could make arrangements if ever we don't like the set up. So far, it's alright. "Why don't you text her then?"
"She said she's meeting with someone important."
"Yeah? Who?"
"Part owner of some club, I guess? Last Shot or something?" I recall, Quinn says the club is basically an extension of Last Drop. Both owned by Damon, of course.
"Last Shot? Why is that so familiar?" Claude talks to himself while I resume thinking about Quinn.
