MIKE
The hot water blasted down on my shoulders, turning the glass of the shower stall completely white with steam.
I leaned my forehead against the wet tile, closing my eyes, but the water couldn't wash away the sound of my own voice echoing through the athletic center.
Enjoy your time with my leftovers, Cole.
The words burned in my chest like swallowed acid. I slammed my fist against the shower wall, the blunt pain reverberating up my forearm.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I turned off the faucets, grabbed a towel, and walked out into my off-campus apartment in just a pair of grey sweatpants, pulling a dry towel over my wet hair.
The apartment was pitch black except for the faint amber glow of the streetlamps filtering through the blinds. I collapsed onto the edge of my b
