Friday night in college looked pretty simple since there's only one thing students can do — party.

At first, you weren't that keen on going to one, feeling too overwhelmed with the past week's events and the overall stress of being a young adult. But Jake talked you into going with him. And for some reason, you just couldn't say no to him.

When you arrived, it seemed fun at first. You danced, talked to some people from your year and had a great time. However, as soon as more people started coming in, getting more drunk and high with every passing second, your mood began to drop significantly — you talked less and it looked as if you wanted to disappear. Jake noticed this when you didn't laugh at his joke (but let's be real, it was a bit corny). Also, Dakota — Jake's friend that seemed to have a crush on him, got on your nerves and for some reason tried to pick a fight with you, but you couldn't give a fuck.

So not to ruin your night completely, Jake took your hand, a small smile on his face.

"Come on. Let's get outta here," and it was enough for you to nod your head and basically drag him out of the frat house.

Soon enough, after stealing some alcohol from the party, you ended up at Jake's dorm room. You were talking and laughing as Jake was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed with his back. You had your head in his lap, looking at him with a smile as he was threading his fingers through your hair.