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“Sorry about the lock, bro”

“No worries” I reach over and buuy in the driver’s seat

I met Ivan at a freshe, and we’ve been mismatched buddies ever since He’s a chey He lives in a condo on the edge of campus, drives a really nice, new Jeep, and I huddle in reduced rent housing for underprivileged upperclass out a busted-up bicycle for transportation Ivan has about six inches on me, and my biceps are about the same size as his forearms With his brawn and speed, he scored an all-expense paid trip to an undergraduate degree on a hockey scholarship while I was barely scraping by on a er merit scholarship and a lot of student loans His family is loaded to boot, so he didn’t even need theand would likely be paying my debt after retirement

Oh, well Life isn’t fair

We definitely don’t seem like ould run in the same circles, but shortly after that freshman mixer, we met in another environment and discovered we shared a very si out more and more We met Mason, Casey, and Rocco, and the five of us have been fairly inseparable ever since

“Thanks for driving me” I yank my hood back and ater from my face

“You’d drown if you tried to walk across ca back onto the road

“At least it isn’t more snow”

“If it were snoe’d be buried and everything would be closed,” Ivan says “You wouldn’t be going anywhere”

“True”

“With the s all over the place” Ivan pats the dashboard with his palh!”

“I thought the contents of the baggie in the glove coh”

“Ha! Not while I’ That shit’s for later”

Ivan downshifts, hits a speedbump, and we both jostle around in our seats Rain continues to pour down, and the wipers don’t make a lot of difference

“How can you even see?” I tilt le is going to make any difference

“Who says I can?” Ivan laughs loudly “Don’t be a pussy, Cree It’s just rain”

“For the third day straight,” I mutter as I stare at theI can’t stare out of it; the rain is too heavy