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Chapter 1: The Start of Something New.
|Aron Michaels|
"Kellan, I am not feeling a PARTY. Not tonight." I told my bestfriend, since our first semester, at Chicago Central University. We both signed up for work-study and got the job as Barista's at CornerCoffee. Worse mistake of my life. The job not Kellan.
"Aron, come onnnn. Its time to celebrate. We only been back on campus for two weeks your work load shouldnt be hectic." She told me as she knew my Law classes usually keeps me busy. I walked into Damon Hall and walked over to the elevator and pressed the UP button.
"Kellan, why you need me to go. You are the life of any party without me." I told her as I tried to boost her confidence to go alone AND stroke her ego. The elevator opened and I walked on and pressed 4.
"Aron, Ive known you for four semesters and we always just get drunk and high in your dorm or mineee. You promised me to come out of your shell this semester." She said using my own words against. Thats I said when I was drunk one night. This girl never stops. She is correct though. Ever since I can remember Ive always been one to be an introvert around big crowds. I skipped my high school prom. Its bad. I just love being alone and to myself. You avoid so much. I honestly dont know how we even clicked, because she is the total opposite.
Makeup. Pictures. Parties. Fashion. Its all her. She embodies being a turn up Queen.
I arrived at my dorm room and unlocked the door and walked in as my roommate snapped, "FUCK!" As he continued to jerk his dick and bust a nut that flew across the room and hit the window. His laptop crashed onto the floor as he tried to cover himself up but failed, epically. His headphones popped out so now a white annoying bitch was screaming "POUND ME DADDY!" At the top of her lungs.
"I thought you worked till 11." He told me as he wrapped himself in his covers. I walked over and picked his laptop up and closed it.
"Its 11:34, Isaac. And how can your side of the room already look a mess." I told him already fed up with his shit. I unmuted my phone call and exhaled, "Fineee! Where to meet you at!??"
"YES! The Quad. Ill be down there in 15 and I have a surprise. Dont forget the wax pen." She told me as I hung up and decided to take a quick shower and got dressed in my all black attire to not make bring any attention to myself.
I sprayed myself with my Polo cologne and stated, "Isaac ill be back. I dont wanna find you cumming on my sheets and please clean the damn window."
"Sorry, Aron." He apologized to me as I grabbed my green eye glasses case and stuffed it in my jacket pocket and headed out.
I walked on to the quad as I heard Kellan screaming, "ARONNN!" I spotted her as she ran over to me dressed in this pink dress that was see-thru on the sides with some stylish ass silver heels.
"We going to a party or a damn Gala." I stated as she laughed, "This isnt a regular party. I was working yesterday and I gave the basketball team all free coffee because they waited for me to refill it. And Cordell Spacey handed me 2 tickets to the Commune Complex Annual Party." My jaw dropped. The Commune Complex is right across the street from campus and to even rent an apartment there you have to be either rich or have a full-ride. Its a 6 floor building filled with Stylish Apartments.
"I told you this semester is OUR semester." She told me as I begun to walk in the direction of the complex.
"Baby, I am ordering us a grand car with Uber. We cant be caught dead walking into the Commune. Come on, now." She told me as I rolled my eyes and said, "Im sorry..I forgot." I watched as she ordered the Uber and seen it was 45 dollars for a grand car.
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