Who: Eric and Laura What: Eric's not in a good mood. When: Monday Afternoon Where: Campus Sidewalk
Eric was getting sick of this fucking place already. It was better than jail, but he wasn't doing well. He wasn't smart enough for this shit and he knew it. Born damaged, brain fucked up, he scrubbed his hand up over his shorn skull and he grunted beneath his breath, kicking at a rock. "Fuck me." He was failing his classes already. It was fucking stupid. He was fucking stupid.
Head down, he reached up and shoved the earbuds in, turning the music up as high as he could. He barreled his way down the path, head down, his hoodie pulled up over his head despite the heat. He could sweat it out. He didn't care.
At least until he ran right into someone else, crashing into them with a growl. "Hey!"