Forgetting Roman

{thirty}

{thirty}

                Unlike Livvy, Declan, Jesse and Jessica, I didn’t have to go far for the Holiday’s. My drive home was about an hour, an hour and a half depending on traffic. So when the others left, I stayed behind for a few more hours.

                Sitting outside my dorm building, I held a lit cigarette between my lips as my right legged bobbed up and down impatiently. Flashbacks of earlier kept flashing through my head and it seemed I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

                Who was that blonde guy?

                What had Roman done to get a gun pointed in his face?

                Why had he seemed so impassive about it?

                Why was I even thinking about him?