Chapter 4: We Are Graduating, Aren’t We?

Friday was a day of frustration. To start with, between the Red Bull and mulling over my evening with Madison I didn’t fall asleep until 5 AM, so I woke up around noon. I was done with school, but there was still a ton to do. We had to be out of the apartment by Sunday and most of Saturday was going to be taken up with graduation activities. I went downstairs and found my best friend Griff in his usual spot - on the couch with a PlayStation controller in his hand.

“Well how’d it go honey? Big night?” he asked, a mocking grin on his face.

“The third Red Bull vodka was a poor choice,” I replied, shaking my head. He laughed. “I was up until freaking 5 AM. Where were you by the way?”

“Deborah. She wanted to get to the choppa,” Griff laughed.

I rolled my eyes. Deborah had been Griff’s booty call all year. She never turned down one of his booty calls, regardless of how late it was or how shit-faced he was. He’d started hiding ‘Predator’ in DVD cases for rom-coms to trick Deborah into watching it after they had sex. She hated that movie, and he never got tired of it.

“Dude, I seriously don’t know what you do to that girl or why she puts up with your shit,” I said, honestly.

He smirked. “Natural charm.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.” My voice dripped with sarcasm.

Griff was not technically our roommate. I had gotten really into cycling during my junior year with a couple other guys before I left for London, and we had gotten an apartment together. Griff was more into getting stoned and chasing girls on the weekend than waking up at 7 AM to go on training rides, so he had gotten an apartment with some of his other friends. They had had a falling out early in the year and he had spent most of the year sleeping on our couch, allowing us to keep our streak of living together all four years of college basically alive.