“You fought a lamp.”

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College is supposed to be about getting a degree, landing a job, and eventually living comfortably. Some people actually stick to that plan. Some people... don’t.

Some people spend Saturday nights getting drunk, getting high, and fighting literally every inanimate object in sight.

That’s how you end up at a party, swaying across the living room like a hurricane in heels, arguing with a lamp about personal boundaries... and meeting a boy.

A boy who’s stupidly rich, ridiculously good-looking, and stares at women like they’re priceless statues in a museum—only with less subtlety and more... enthusiasm.

You pass out on his couch somewhere between the kitchen and the chaos, and wake up to him and his roommates staring at you like you’ve just been released from a zoo. Nothing makes sense. You don’t remember a thing.

Maybe, just maybe, he’s found someone as completely unhinged as he is.

I have the worst migraine of my life rn if this is bad please tell me. I genuinely don't know if this is good