He never felt like he belonged in with the med students. He had a problem even with them calling themselves that. Or premed more what it was. He hated that, once he got into a debate with a friend back home. 

"Premed? We haven't taken the MCAT yet. Almost 60%...

His next class seemed different everyone seemed on edge. Or maybe it was him, the excitement of the double espresso wore off into a dread. And now he was stuck in philosophy class discussing existential crisis. 

Cry sis, he thought briefly almost blurted it out. For a second he thought...

The iced double espresso was doing its trick. He felt excited and was talking fast Jack followed suit. They were talking outside the Starbucks then his friend came too pretended to pick up trash then just sat down.


“T-minus like 5 min until all the sorority girls come rushing in for...

He had an hour before his philosophy class and hour her usually studied for. The building he liked was next door. In the same building was a Starbucks. There his friend worked. His friend was from his high school, but for some reason they didn’t talk so much. He had...

"As much as you can be." Jack said. He had an odd manner when it was just them two. Something that made him less personable. Usually he was, in big groups and all the that. But one on one he relaxed, and where most people become comfortable he shows you...

He imagined the conversations they’d have. They were all in a sort of premed dorm. So she probably studied that, maybe she wanted to be a doctor. Or a vet he thought, she looked kind and caring. She probably knew with certainty what she wanted to be he thought. 

This...

He ground the beans by hand. He liked especially doing it fresh. In contrast to his old dorm room. The all guys floor, most people just drank red bull warm in the morning instead of coffee. He was probably the first person to really like coffee on the floor. He'd...

He was always a morning person. She more a night owl, sometimes most times she slept over it was like this. She'd sleep till noon sometimes even one, and he'd have the whole morning to himself. Regardless she still liked that he did stuff for her when she was sleeping....

After he signed it all he heard was.

"Okay now lights out." And then everything went dark, and he woke up in his room. His clothes hanging on the door like normal and everything that happened seemed far away. The only thing that told him it had been the next day...

The pen felt heavy in his hand. He trusted these people for some reason. In some ways he too shared a mistrust of the Blue corporation. It all seemed fucked up he said. He wasn't stupid, he had heard of the Blue groups use of Spacecity he knew about the ...