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Party Invitation

Early the next morning, I'm awoken by George talking on the phone. I pretend to be sleeping still so I can listen in. "Father- Sir. I just need an extra 100," George stops and listens to the person on the other end of the phone call. Even I can tell it's a man even with the sharp tone. "Yes. A month. I need an extra $100 a month. I know you already give me-"

The air surrounding him tenses and I roll over pretending to have just woken up. In five minutes, I'm showered and changed. I come out to see George sitting on the edge of his bed.

As I leave, I call back through the closing door, "Trust fund baby."

You know how "time flies when you're having fun"? Yeah. It's true. Philosophy felt like it was over in ten minutes tops. The bell rings and I get up with a sigh. Now to go see my arrogant roommate in debate.

Surprisingly, George is on time today. I take a seat in the very front to stay as far away from him as possible. I studiously ignore him and his fruity voice. I'm actually so good at this that I don't hear him behind me until his large, soft, warm, g- hand touches my shoulder gently.

A deep laughter bubbles out of him as I jump ten feet into the air. Once I've re-entered the atmosphere, I turn to glare at him. Not only did that make me look like an ass but he's and ass.

His laughter gradually dies down, "Look, man. I don't know why you hate me so much. Nor do I know you so give me a chance. I'm a great guy. I'm smart and funny so I don't know why anyone would hate me."

I stand up quickly causing the chair to scrape across the linoleum. I throw my things into my bag, "If god blessed you with all the wealth in the world, it would pale in comparison to the size of your ego." I stomp- yes, stomp- out of class and back to my dorm room.

When George gets back, I'd been doing homework for at least an hour. He looks and sounds chipper and I'm instantly on peeved. "So..." he starts as he wanders into the room. "I know it's not debate homework so what is it? I also take Art History."

"Shut up you esoteric historian!" I snap unable to take his plummy voice for one more goddamn minute. I need to focus on my work anyways.

He looks taken aback by my outburst, "Hey, man. Your really need to loosen up. Come to the party tonight, we're all going to be wasted. It'll be fun!"

I glare up at him, "You're the embodiment of the sin greed. Piss off."

Ever so relentless George tried again, "Everyone's going it'll-"

I growl in anger, "You uncultured swine. No one in their right mind would go out and get shit-faced." Snatching my bag, I head for the door. I pause in the open doorway and call over my shoulder to the stunned George who hadn't moved a muscle. "If you're going to be a slobbery drunk when I come back, I'm kicking you out." I slam the door hard behind me as I begin my walk.