Eighteen

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Lucas' POV

My day started with the loud noises of the couple above my apartment arguing yet again and each time they did, it reminded me never to get into a relationship with someone. There was nothing but sadness, fights, and trust issues. That was why I preferred to fuck girls that I wanted and move on.

I groaned as my head throbbed achingly. I had stayed up till late, trying to finish the fucking project our professor gave us two months ago. Luckily I had submitted it two hours before the deadline— the perfect time to do what I was supposed to have done months ago.

As I got out of bed, I stretched my body, loving the cracks it made then crossed the room to the window overlooking the other buildings close by.

Just like every other morning, I started to think about how my life has been for almost a year now. I graduated last year and got into a college close to my hometown where I had schooled all my life. Almost everyone at Redside went to this college which I hated because I wa