Will it be easy, Nope. will it be worth it? Absolutely.

"Only a fool doesn't know how to walk while looking where they're going," he says.

It takes a second for his words to register. 

Did he just call me a fool?

Another ping comes from my phone reminding me I need to leave.

"Says the fool that wasn't also watching where they were going," I say impressed by my sass.

But I just couldn't be the only one with a stinging body part, so stumping on his foot hard and strut out of there even managing to do a hair flip.

"What class do you have?"Mark asks as we step into the arts building.

"I have pastry 202 with Mrs Smith, you?" I replied,checking my schedule.

"Shit!! I had her last semester for restaurant management. And she is the worst," Mark groans.

If there is anything I have learnt from my time with Mark is that we have the same likes and dislikes and I can't afford to have a dislike for this woman. She is literally the best lecturer of what I am aiming to do.

"No! Don't tell me that I have her most of this semester," I groan back as we stop at my class door.

"Wish you luck," he calls, patting my back and walks away.

Sitting through the two hour lecture, I am thankful that I don't dislike her despite her boring monologues. And now I just want to get out of here and back to FSCH and binge watch the great British bake off through the weekend and deal with everything else on Monday.

"Class dismissed. See you next Friday," she finishes.

Everybody immediately starts to file out not wanting to spend a second more in that class. I lag back abit waiting for the door to uncrowd before leaving.

"Ms. Lodge?" A sharp voice calls at the front of the room just as I am about to leave.

"So close," I whisper to myself as I turn to face Mrs.Smith.

She motions me over.

"Yes?" I bite my lower lip holding in a groan that threatened to escape at having to add another thing to the growing list of things to do.

"Ms.lodge, as you-" I interrupt her.

"Skylar is okay," she eyes me. 

"Ms.lodge, as you know we are in the middle of the semester of this academic year and you are way behind in the grades required to pass this year," she ignores me.

"If you want to pass this year, you will either have to take on more classes or do some projects to earn yourself extra points," she stops her monologue and looks at me waiting for an answer for a question I don't even know.

More classes? Am barely understanding my semester units as it is. And more projects? Because I'm so good with the ones I have? But failing wasn't an option.

"Well?" She prompts.

"Projects," I say it more of a question than an answer.

"Great. I will email you what is required,"

Way to sound excited.

She says nothing more going back to her work like I wasn't there. Hesitantly, I turned away from her and walked out of the classroom.

Not wanting another encounter with anyone to tell me how far behind I was I sped walked to FSCH, stopping by Yaya's to grab pizza and a large pineapple juice to lace it with vodka in my room.

Getting to the door, I remember I still don't have my keys yet and I have to call Amelia. Trying to grab my phone from my bag, the door opens.

"Still no keys?" Leila, the special needs representative, who had stopped by last night to welcome me, opened the door wider for me.

"Not yet," I answer, balancing my pizza, drink and my phone.

"Will grab it for you from the office," she says, stepping out of the house.

"Thanks," I turned to her but she was already down the front steps walking away.

Hurrying up the stairs, I can't wait to rip my sports bra off and get comfortable.

"Get the hell out!" A hoarse voice immediately yells at me when I enter my room.

I stood by the door shocked.

"Oh, it's you. Sorry," Amelia apologizes and turns back to her pillow to continue crying.

I wanna turn back and head somewhere else and leave her to cry in peace but I have nowhere else to go. Hesitantly heading to my bed, I question myself whether it's too late to go home for the weekend even though I came up here yesterday afternoon.

I remove my shoes and get out my laptop ready to start my weekend, when,

"Men are the fucking worst. The world would be a better place without them," Amelia says, sitting up her eyes puffy and red.

"Yes, they're so bad" I say just for the sake of it.

"But why would he do that? I am such a great person, aren't I?"

"I don't know you that much but sure you are," I reply confused.

"I have been the best girlfriend ever and his ass goes and cheats on me with some bimbo he met at the mall,"

Ooh!! Fuck going home was a better idea.

"Am so sorry he is a stupid asshat for not knowing what a good person he had," I say truthfully.

She seems like an amazing person and i wonder why he would do that to her.

"Yeah. What do you have there?"

"Pepperoni pizza and vodka pineapple, about to watch the great British bake off,"

"Can I join?" She asks.

Not waiting for an answer, she climbs into bed with me already grabbing a slice.

*****

What you up to?

A text displays itself on the laptop screen, two hours later as we watch and cuddle together.

Party at the hockey frat house.

Another text pops up seconds after the first one.

"Whose that?" Amelia asks, already switching to whatsapp.

"Mark. A friend from class,"

C'mon I know you can see my texts.

 Another one pops up.

Tots meet you there. Amelia replies.

Awesome.

"Why?" I ask her.

"I just got my heart broken. I need to get hammered beyond recognition," she says, already getting up.

"Okay then,have fun," I say, pulling the duvet up my shoulders.

"You mean, let's have fun then? Coz you are going," she says, pulling the duvet away from me and throwing it on her bed.

"C'mon!!"

"What sort of roommate would I be if I let you spend your first Friday in bed?" She says as she throws me my towel.

"The best roommate," I groaned, getting out of bed for the second time that day to get a quick shower and go out when I didn't want to.

Thirty minutes later we are pulling into the hockey house.

"You made it!" Mark shouts coming to the footpath to meet us.

"We had to get all pretty and nice," Amelia giggles already tipsy from the pineapple vodka.

"And you definitely look hot," Mark laughs, checking her out. Great! Am the sober one.

Amelia was dressed in a short, pink bodycon that hugged her body like a second skin. She had her make done, smokey eyeing her eyes to make them pop. She had on four inch heels making me wonder how she would walk when she got wasted.

While I had opted to go simple and blend in with the crowd. I wore a black jumpsuit with low riding heeled boots and a fruity gloss to finish my look. My strawberry blonde hair was straight against my naked back.

"Come let's get a drink," Mark says, grabbing Amelia's hand and heading into the party.

Amelia grabs mine and we make a human chain as we maneuver the sweaty drunk young adults that can't seem to keep to themselves.

A makeshift counter was placed in the middle of the kitchen with an assortment of alcohol, ranging from strong spirits to beer and energy drinks.

"There was a bartender here. I will just get you what you want!" Mark shouts over loud music.

"Any is okay," I yell back.

The music was so loud I could even feel my heart thumping.

He gets us some dark liquid. Taking a sip, I cringe my face in disgust as the strong liquid burns my throat and warms my stomach.

"Yooh man!" Some guy comes up to Mark.

"Just a sec," Mark says as the guy starts to pull him out of the kitchen.

Grabbing Amelia's drink, I mix our drinks with mango juice and sprite that was in the cooler hoping to make something close to a cocktail. 

"This is better," Amelia says, trying the drink.

"Amelia?" Someone shouts gaining our attention.

Turning to him and back to Amelia I see hurt crossing her face and her eyes dart to the door, probably wondering if she could run out of here. But that would be impossible, she is so small while the guy is a giant and would catch before she got to the door.

She looks at him again and then back at me, 'just a sec', she whispers going to the guy. 

From my position I can see the conversation getting heated and decided to give them space and I go scouring for the toilet.

Heading upstairs, I find a long line of girls near the staircase, immediately making me groan. I had forgotten about how girls spend half the party standing in line waiting to use the toilet.

I stood there for a while, before choosing to walk further into the first floor. I didn't want to use the toilet just to get some alone time and curse the party.

Walking all the way to the end of the hallway and taking a corner, I find the last door in that hallway slightly ajar. Entering the room, I am surrounded by darkness and I welcome it. I leave the lights off and walk further into the room using the small light streaming from the hallway to guide me forward only for me to collide into something and go hitting the floor.

Whatever I collide with follows me right after knocking the air out of my lungs with a whoosh. It stays pressed up on me before slightly removing the weight from me.

"This has got to be the worst day," I grumble, moving my arm to hold my head where it hurts, allowing light to stream through and see what I collided with.

"You have got to be kidding me,"

"For fucks sake,"