Room 220 | Friday Afternoon

[youcantfollow]

His seventeenth birthday wasn't a day Griff really could let himself care too much about. The date on his clock was just a reminder of hot days out at the Empty Quarter with a fresh bucket of paintballs. Memories that were best buried and ignored

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[fratboybitch]

"Not going to the club fair?" Alex asked with no small amount of disdain. He'd been half asleep for most of the day but was finally awake enough to start a conversation.

[youcantfollow]

"Do we get to club people there?" Griff asked, feeling like that would be the only positive to such an event.

[fratboybitch]

"Hell, I think that would even make me go," he said, getting to his feet to try and find something to drink. "Guessing that's a no then, hmm?"

[youcantfollow]

"Can you see me in some frat or writing for the paper?" Griff asked with a dubious look and a shake of his head.