The nice thing about losing your future is that it makes starting over much easier. Marcus Williams is prepared to make it through the last two years of his degree with no expectations, no aspirations, and no connections.<br><br>But strategies can change, especially when you've got someone like Sebastian Lockwood staring you down on the line of scrimmage.

Audible

As Marcus makes his way from the clean, pretty park back to his shitty apartment, he squares his shoulders and focuses his gaze on the road ahead of him, making his way past the neighboring building which seems to house a continuous stream of imported redneck assholes.


“Hey! Hey!Whatcha doing here, G? You lost? You gotta turn around, homie, this ain’t Newark!”


Marcus grits his teeth as he runs past them, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing him irritated. As he makes his way up the rank stairwell to his apartment, he sighs dejectedly. There’s no way around it; this apartment is shit. He misses his room at home. Shit, he even misses his clinically pristine dorm in Boston. At least his dorm room smelled like Pete’s dirty socks. Here, the source of the stink is a constant unknown.


Blair: seb says he got u the reyka vodka u like. gay af.


Chapter 7