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The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow across campus as I sat outside the adjacent bodega in the car I’d owned since I was 16. Ethan, grinning ear to ear after successfully acquiring a 30 pack of beer with his botched fake id, was already yapping up a storm about the night ahead. Joey, beside him, rolled his eyes as they opened the car door.
as we approached the frat house, my home for the past semester. The energy could be sensed from miles away, and the word ‘pregame’ had been engraved in our brains by this point. Our fellow brothers were already gearing up for the nights’ spectacle, transforming the house into a den of flashing lights and celebration. Ethan smiled. "Last one of the semester, lets make it count."
As we continued the party prep, I couldn't shake that feeling that tonight's song and dance might take a turn. As the night unfolded, the frat house morphed into a pulsating hub of activity. The beat of the all too familiar ‘Thursday night playlist’ reverberated through the walls, drowning out individual conversations and blending into a collective rhythm of celebration. The semester was finally coming to a close. I found myself navigating through the crowd, giving smiles and waves.
Recognition dawned on me as I recalled our earlier conversation. "Right, right. Sorry, it's been a bit of a blur," I admitted, embarrassingly. "It's fine. Where are you off to now?" Mary asked, falling into step beside me as we walked out of the lecture hall. "Probably just heading home," I replied, adjusting the strap of my bag. "You?" Mary shrugged nonchalantly. "Same here. Are we going the same direction?" I smiled. "I think so! How far is your place from mine?" “Just down the road, I told you last night!” she said. “Oh yeahhhh” I shrugged, once again, embarrassed for my grogginess.
There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the line before Lip's voice exploded in a flurry of expletives and insults. But I didn't stick around to listen. With a decisive click, I hung up, and slipped my phone back into my pocket. Turning back to Mary and her friends, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. “All good?” Mary asked. “All good.” I shrugged.