The third semester passed by chasing her; I still couldn’t find the appropriate courage to talk to her. I spent the nights standing by the bridge nearby the apartment, listening to “Out of it by Mothica (osza remix)”, and looking at the deep blue water running underneath under the dazzling moon. By the end of the semester, we were up with the submission of our assignments and projects, and three days before the spring holidays, we were sitting in the cafeteria.
“Mom and dad ain’t gonna be home tomorrow” Shamus boasted
“Yeah boy Shame, hey everyone Shame’s throwing a party tomorrow night” Keller stood up on the table and bragged in the cafeteria
“Keller, what ya doing man, at least ask him first” Gabriel voiced pulling Keller down
“Gab you say shut, I know he’s going for it, and by the
