Corrupted

Chapter 3

Nialls POV

I still can't fucking believe my mother made the stupid ass decision to move to the other side of the damn Atlantic Ocean, just because there weren't many teaching positions back home. She couldn't have just taken me away from my university and brought we with her, but she fucking did. What ever. We could've just moved to another part of Ireland, but no, she needs to be "with her family" and "needs all the support she can get." Ha. Well she's the one who went behind my dads back and sent nudes to his best friend. Like what the fuck?! First of all, she's like 45, not a 15. She should stay out of this bullshit college drama.  She's the reason her whole life is fucking "ruined." I will admit, that my dad was the one who brought in all of the money, and the fact that she didn't have any income for a while must've been hard, but the easiest solution wasn't moving to this shit hole called Grand Bay. Yeah right, its not fucking grand at all.

It's too damn cold for mid-October here. Everyone is parading around in jackets and hats and scarves and gloves and it's fucking brutal. There's too much nature here. Everywhere you go, no matter where you're at, you can see trees. Where are all the buildings and malls and shit? And everyone is too god damn prissy and perfect and punctual on campus. My mum made me take a tour, and I can already tell I'm going to lose my shit and smash a bitches skull. Everyone is so fucking annoying and perfect. I don’t even know how I got accepted into this university, everyone basically has a 4.0 GPA and I am nearly failing every damn class. Maybe I should just drop out. It’d save my dad a useless 40 000$. And apparently there are extremely strict drinking laws. Now what the hell am I gonna do with my Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights? There are probably not going to be any parties with alcohol and sluts that want a quick fuck, so I'm screwed. This town fucking sucks, and all 2900 people living in it do too.  I'll probably end up getting high or jacking off or taking a nap or something.

Getting high?

Sighing, I got up from the uncomfortable, creaky bed and got my bag and phone, then headed off campus. Finding a place to smoke here is hard. Finding a place to do anything in public is hard when you're covered in tattoos and have 5 piercings. I clicked my tongue stud against my teeth as I eyed a path in the woods, and headed towards it. It was so god damn cold out, and I was dumb enough to shove my hoodie in my bag rather than put it on, but I was sure that I’d find somewhere nice soon. Near the end, I saw a small private beach with a large home with a glass deck standing behind it. I quickly jogged across the grassy beach and sat on a large rock, out of view from the house.

I sighed and put my backpack on my lap and pulled out my black hoodie, taking my red snapback off before slipping the hoodie over my t shirt. I placed my snapback on my head again before pulling baggie full of weed out of one of the interior pockets, quickly rolling a joint, then lighting it with my lighter. Leaning against a tree, I closed my eyes and put it between my lips and took a hit, getting the smoke deep into my lungs, then I exhaled slowly, blowing smoke rings into the air and watching them slowly deform and fade into the fresh air. I could already feel my muscles relax and the haziness from the drug taking over my body as I slouched against the rotting tree trunk and stared out at the lake. It’s different getting high out here rather than in a dark alley way littered with trash.

Looking out at the lake is kinda calming. I feel completely isolated from everyone, and its nice. The anxiety of smoking in an alleyway or in my dorm back home gave me too much anxiety, and made me more worried than relaxed; this is nice though. All you can hear is water running over some rocks in a little stream that runs through that rich ass familys back yard, and the odd sound of a bird chirping- which is annoying as fuck, but whatever.

After a few more hits I pulled out my phone, and looked at the time, remembering I was supposed to go meet some chick off campus. I think her name was Tammy or Thalia or something like that. Oh well. Fuck it, she’s probably a prissy bitch and I’d rather not spend my day with some "perfect" hoe, but I decide to text her anyways. I haven’t spoke to anyone other than my mother and my fucking goody two shoes roommate in two days and I think I’m going fucking psycho.