Maya

Chapter 1 - The Trip Home

Maya

~THE TRIP HOME~

Jayden's POV-

I had been sitting in the room for the last few days going mentally insane courtesy to the lack of sleep and the amount studying I had to cram in before finals. As much as I want to burn this place down, I can't say I won't miss it.

Trey, my roommate, can be utterly disgusting, but I think I'll miss him too. For the last four years, his belongings have crept their way into the general living space and managed to leave such a stench. Although he's a slob, he has allowed me to enjoy this place without the constant anxiety and pressure of the posh assholes that think they're better than everyone else. The first few years, before he started hooking up with Sam, we'd go out every weekend and get shit faced, or even meet new people at some crappy frat parties. That's where he met Samantha.

This last year, Sam had to stay with us. I didn't mind, exactly. She stayed in his room for the first few months, but then after that she became a little more comfortable. The bathroom is cluttered with her feminine products, her things began to accumulate along with his, and she's just loud. There was literally no one more perfect for Trey than Sam, but having two of them is more than anyone would ask for.

Finals were yesterday. Today, I slept. I tried anyway. Sam was blasting music, while Trey sounded as if he were stripping the walls of everything on them. I honestly don't understand how they were able to survive the last few years. If I recall, they didn't do much studying. I'd know. I know what I heard wasn't the sound of studying.

"How the hell are you guys up?" I ask, rubbing my blood shot eyes.

As I step out of the room, I see Sam standing on the couch, dancing in her underwear. As weird as it may seem for her to be freely running around in her underwear, it was quite normal around here. When I said she got comfortable, I meant it.

"It's fucking 10 o'clock. You're never up this early," I say, starting up the coffee machine. "Did you even go to exams?"

She plops down, turning down the music. "Sorry," she yells. "I went to bed right after my exam so, I thought you were up already. My bad."

I shake my head in response whilst taking my very much needed cup of steaming hot coffee off the counter. For a moment, I contemplated drinking it straight, but decided against it as it tastes like dirt and the cream and sugar will cool it down a bit.

Taking a sip of my coffee, I look over the counter at the mess: the posters half way off the wall, Sam and Trey's books on the floor, and the dishes that never made their way back to the kitchen.

"Y'all cleaning this up?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Sam retorted.

"Making a larger mess."

"Well it needs to come down at some point."

I shook my head and smiled. "Good luck."

My room was quite the opposite. I had been packing for weeks. My winter clothes, games, and some of my blankets had all been packed since May. All that was left were my old magazines, the very few dishes I had in the cupboard, my toiletries, and the five outfits I have been wearing interchangeable for the last 4 weeks.