Sophomore year of college was a blur. The obvious stresses of school aside, there was also the weeks straight I spent high off my ass, tripping, or drunk. Or all three. It helps when your friends and roommates are on board too. One thing I hadn’t spent anytime with however, was molly.
My roommates and I were a tight knit group. There were 3 of us, me(M19), Sam(F18) and Elijah(M19). We had all dormed on the same floor freshman year and got close there – but nowhere near as close as we were now. Now, at the new apartment, we were basically attached at the hip. We smoked together, worked out together, did homework, etc. Things would get touchy occasionally when we all drank together (Sam is a pretty big flirt and from what we could tell, a little slutty.) but it was mostly innocent – hand holding, play fighting, someone would rub someone’s thigh. It was always just enough for their to be tension, but not enough for anything to be done about it.