I'd been to a couple parties in my life, and the sickness I'd experienced afterward had been enough me to drive me away from the partying scene altogether. So even though Clay tried to convince me that the only way to keep my nervousness away was to "indulge and live life a little," I scoffed and shook my head. Running away from my problems wouldn't erase them.
I got up to my dorm after taking a late night coffee run. Holding the scorching-hot latte in one hand and opening the door with the other, I groaned as some of the drink sloshed out of the supposedly watertight lid and onto my hand.
"Hey, need some help there?" my roommate, Kyle, asked.
I shook my head. "No, just tipped my coffee a little. Did I wake you up?"
Kyle shook his head with a tired laugh. "No. I mean, yeah, but I was only dozing off. I have to finish this research paper by tomorrow at three in the afternoon, but I keep falling asleep. I guess that's what you get for procrastinating."
I laughed. Kyle was, overall, a great kid, but he was a pretty big procrastinator when it came to his research-oriented American history class. It was sort of a joke between the two of us, especially considering that Kyle was somewhat of a nerd and usually hated procrastination.
Unlike most of my other acquaintances, like Clay, Kyle had a good head on his shoulders. He was one of the few students who actually took his classes seriously. As much as Kyle and I didn't see eye-to-eye on everything, it was good to have a roommate who was as opposed to partying as I was - if not even more so.
"Hey, you doing okay? You haven't seemed like yourself lately," Kyle mused, tipping his head thoughtfully to one side.
And that was another thing about Kyle. He was unnervingly perceptive for a guy.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, agitated by the question. I glanced at the clock. "Eleven thirty. I'd better get started on my A&P. I've got a test in a couple days."
"You? Study for a test? You only study for tests the day before."
I shrugged. "I've only got one life. I might as well make the most of it." Kyle raised his eyebrows, and I snorted. "Yeah, you're right. That was kind of a weirdly deep thing to say."
"I think it was the most profound thing you've ever said. Which isn't saying much."
I rolled my eyes. "Write your paper, Kyle."
Weird how Aivilo couldn't calm my nerves like this. Maybe our relationship was rockier than I thought...