Chapter Seven

“AH, fuck!” I muttered to myself as I finally succeeded in lighting up the lighter I was holding. I positioned the flame to the cigarette between my lips and closed my eyes as I took my first puff. 

This day was fucking stressful. My physics professor scolded me and embarrassed me in front of my classmates a couple of times earlier. Fuck that old woman. Was it my fault that she was bad at teaching and I couldn't understand the formula for acceleration? 

"Cresia?" 

I looked to the direction where the voice came from. It came from a group of students loitering near the gate of the campus. I knew some of them. They were my classmates last semester. Eventually, some of them became my drinking buddies. I don't consider them my friends, though. I don't do friendshi