College · Y/n story by @l

The lecture hall smelled like stale coffee and cheap perfume. It was the first Monday back, and most students were slumped in their seats, still recovering from the weekend's unofficial welcome-back parties.

Nix

stretching dramatically, hoodie sleeves sliding down her wrists I swear to god, if Dr. Whitmore makes us do introductions again, I'm walking out.

Katy

leaning over to stab Nix's arm with a pen You'll do the introductions and you'll like it. That's how we make new friends.

Nix

rubbing her arm, grinning I don't want new friends. I want a nap.

The door creaked open, late and loud, and the whole room turned to look.

Dylan

low, almost to no one in particular Guess I'm late.