7PM

Lust

  Luxuria.
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4:03 a.m.

My favorite part about college is when I see people suffering.

I'm not saying I'm not suffering too, but when there're people besides you, dying to enter the gates of hell, that was the best feeling.

We're gonna have exams today and we haven't been sleeping trying to review. I don't really know why I was studying but seeing Stiles overly active and passionate about it made me do it too.

And not just me, this kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee and said, "I'm going to die," then drank the whole thing.

But Stiles is a more powerful being though, He fucking brewed his instant coffee with monster instead of water, three cups in two hours. I think he ascended to the astral realm.

See? The survivability of the human race never ceases to amaze me. I don't regret I took up biology just to see these scenarios.

So yeah, here's the synopsis, you might be wondering why we're studying with Hunter Stiles. He agreed to live with us and pay for the pending rent to Mrs. Foster. For the meantime he's going to have to sleep at the sofa before we make the other room habitable.

The room that we rented was originally for three people. But as I hate people and forced myself to only have one roommate, Rindelle Snow agreed to paying half the rent with me. And as we all can see, we can't technically afford it, why? Because Snow is an orphan and I'm not much of a parents' favorite son, considering I'm an only child.

I have a school scholarship and I work part-time as a bartender, along with Snow, sometimes. Snow is making a fortune from selling illegal drugs. I wasn't surprised to be honest, like, if you're not an official pharmacist yet, what can you possibly do with that outstanding skill and knowledge?

I'd sell drugs.

"How long does someone have to be dead before it's considered archaeology instead of grave robbing?" Stiles suddenly asked in the middle of nowhere.

I laughed so hard at him but he just looked so genuinely puzzled at that and I can't help but laugh more. So this is the effects of no sleep and monster coffee.

"As an archaeologist, I find that a very awkward question." Snow answered without looking at us, still busy writing something in his paper.

"You're not an archaeologist, you're going to be a pharmacist and that's nothing like it." I deadpanned.

He looked at me like he's in pain, "You don't tell me what to do, Mom!" He screeched. I'm having fun at this development.

"Just so you know guys, Ice is definitely right about me. You know, my parents not agreeing with me wanting to be a doctor." Stiles conventionally said.

Woah there, he's talking about personal stuff right now, is he drunk? Too much Monster drink I presume.

"Who the fuck is Ice?" Snow's eyebrow inched upwards.

"Is that not your name?"

"No!"

"Then change your name to Ice!"