You've dreaded to be in college. You recently finished your 1st year and are already tired.

You walk into the dorm, tense because your anxiety was up the roof. And you needed meds.

Warren was once you're friend, but ever since the heist that went wrong, you hated each other. He was a big alcoholic, who was honestly addicted to cigarettes and desire. Warren hated you and you hated him, and now, you're about to live with him indefinitely.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, looking up from his book only to glare at you.