To Be Named Later

Finn

                                                               FINN

                        I try not to slam Jackson's door behind me as I walk out of his office. How could I be considered an alcoholic?! I am a A plus student and one of the best students Travers University has seen in forever! 

                           I think of this angrily as I pass a student in handcuffs being pulled out of his dorm room. I've seen him around before. He looked like the average stoner. Dark, shaggy hair, sunken brown eyes and he was wearing a punk rock band t-shirt. But yet, he was handsome.

                          When a kid is pulled out of his dorm room in handcuffs it's usually because of suicidal issues, too high to function, or to keep them under control, which in this case, seemed to be all of the above.

                            I stared a little more then walked away towards my room. I used to have a roommate, Chuck, but then he got kicked out for being caught in his girlfriend, Bree's dorm. The awesome part was, now I had the room all to myself. Chuck was an asshat anyway.

                             I stumbled into the dorm and plopped onto the beat up couch that was once blue, but now it's a dark gray. I reached under the couch and pulled out a bottle of vodka form my stash. Just as I was about to take a small sip, someone knocked on my door. "Finn!" A voice yelled out. "Lemme in!"

                              "Who is it?" I yelled to the voice annoyed. The person outside sighed through the door. "It's Hannah! We need to talk!" She yelled. I ignored her. I didn't want to talk about the fight we had, or the things she said. I especially didn't want to talk about how I hit her.