It's a good evening, Jagger and I sit on his floor, drunk, we've been pissing about like we always used to do.

Right now, he's giving an impression of him fucking some girl in our english, causing me to laugh, but also feel bad.

He's real classy.

Honestly, I love him, but I will never understood how he got into college. Never.

He tells me he's actually secretly a genius- but I'm yet to see it.

"Then I like, put her up against the sink, and she was all like Oh Jagger, Oh Jagger," he gestures strange positions, "but then she blew it. Do you know what she said?"

I pause, thinking. "What did she say?"

"She fucking went Oh, Uncle Paul, harder!" he fake-moans.

I look at him in disgust.

She said what?

"Your having me on."

He chuckles awkwardly. "I'm not shitting you. Threw her out, there and then. Vile. Absolutely vile."

"Yep. Girls nowadays are just..." I can't find the words.

Jagger tilts his head to the side. "Fucked?"

I nod. "That's it!"

Looking round Jagger's room, I sigh. It's so fucking annoying that his roommate isn't here yet, but I can't stay in here. And he's so lucky he can bring girls back here, I haven't been laid in a while, it sucks.

He has put posters of naked woman all round his bed, this room is like a wank bank, it's kinda scary but also pretty dope.

Since when did I say dope?

Glancing at my phone, I realise it's already 2am. "Shit man, look at the time."

"Um, dude, it's Saturday?" He raises an eyebrow quizzingly.

I shrug. "I know, but I've got an interview, at this shop thingy. It's only temporary, just to get some money in for a bit, then when I'm eighteen I'm planning on working on that pub on the high street, you know the one?"

He fake cries.

"My boy, growing up."

Slapping him round the head, I tell him to shut up.

I decide it's time to go, and I steal a beer as I leave. I'm sure he won't miss one.

"In a bit, man." He says.

I smile. "In a bit, bro."

****

Crawling into my bed, I try not to fall over. I must've had a lot of beers, cause I appear to be tipsy. I set my alarm for 8.30am, my interviews at like 10 but the shop isn't a long bus journey away. It's a bookshop, Missy helped me find it with some help of the english teacher, Paige's mum, that seems like she wants to get in my pants.

Because that's not strange at all.

"No...no...no..." Catalina murmurs, before her voice turns into a scream, "GET OFF OF ME! Please... don't...."

I jump up. There's nobody in the room. Is she hallucinating?

I walk over to her and shake her. She's asleep.

Heading back to bed, I try make a mental note to ask about it tomorrow. Maybe she needs sleep pills or something.

I hope I do well at this interview. Miss Hammett stole a suit off someone in her family, can't remember who. It's grey, and well, it's alright I guess, nothing too special.

"Mum.... mum. Wake up. MUM!" Catalina screams again, this time different words and calling for her..mum?

Shit. Should I wake her up?

I need to sleep. If I wake her up, she'll just scream at me. And it isn't any of my business.

Go to sleep, Sin.

********

"Sin!" A female voice yells. Water pours on my face.

I sit up. "What the fuck!?"

Rubbing my eyes, I realise that Lina has chucked water all over me. That's fucking great.

"Seriously, Lina? What the fuck?"

She crosses her arms. "Your stupid alarm woke me up, and you didn't even get up!" then she scrunches her nose, "you REEK of alcohol."

Shit. My interview. What's the time? I need to catch the bus. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

As if she read my mind, Lina tells me:

"It's 9.15am, by the way. Don't set alarms if you can't wake up." She sticks her finger up at me and crawls back under her duvet. Charming.

I'm gonna have to get a lift. Jagger won't be awake yet. I'm not asking Missy. Or miss Hammett, that's just fucking weird.

I scroll through my contacts. Bingo.

Hey Rhiannon. Can you give me a lift ?? I will owe u. Pls pls pls. Late 4 sumthin important X - S

Asking my old fuck buddy is a long shot, but we put all that shit in the past. And also, Rhiannon is really sweet, so I know she'll help me.

Woah. Fine. But you owe me. Im guessing its important if your asking me 🤣🤣 I'm with Brandon, so he'll be in the car X

Brandon and her seem like a thing. Good, she deserves some happiness.

I wash myself with a flannel and cold water, put on the grey suit and do my hair. I brush my teeth in the sink and spray a shit ton of aftershave on.

"This is priceless. Sin in a suit? Who would've thought." Lina claps her hands.

I turn around. "Sorry, miss fishnets or pajamas, that I wanna look professional."

"Oooo professional." She mocks, before taking a photo.

I grab her phone. "What the fuck do you think your doing?"

She frowns, then her eyes light up and she walks closer, looking up at me with a smirk on her face.

"That's not how you talk to your friends, now is it Sin?" She places a hand on her hip.

I roll my eyes, handing her her phone back. "Sorry, friend."

As I leave the room, she starts singing You got a friend in me from toy story which makes me chuckle.

I walk out to the car park and see a car I don't recognise that has Brandon in.

"He's driving, I'm over the limit." Rhiannon explains.

At this time in the morning?

Sounds like a plan.

I chuckle, "Do you have any drink, man? I'm thirsty. Also, the place is that book shop, you know the one."

Rhiannon laughs. "Sin, working in a book shop. Who would've known, eh?"

She's right. Tell me that a year ago and I would've shat myself from laughing.

Rhiannon passes me one of her beers, I drink it, careless about the interview, well, I do care as I'm drinking it to calm my nerves.

Wap by Cardi B plays and I can't help but laugh along with Brandon's chuckles and Rhiannon's giggles.

I really hope this goes well.