I just started college recently and things have been going fine, I guess. My classes are fun, I'm making new friends, the environment is amazing, the teachers are wonderful (even though I can't sleep with them) and I should be having the time of my life.
I've actually been feeling pretty down lately for no apparent reason. One of my friends – the closest one I've made here, actually – must have noticed and invited me out for a party with some of his friends from high school who also made it to the same university. To be invited, you had to take some kind of shot in front of the people who were sending the invitations out. Mark and all his friends did it, but he ensured me I didn't have to since alcohol was never really my thing. It would have been my first college party, so I figured, why not?
He picked me up from my dorm room at around 11 that night. This guy's name is Mark. Mark's 5'10 and taking Biology, but is a year ahead of me. We met because he wanted to help out some underclassmen one time by giving them some of his hand-outs, but I overheard him talking in Japanese to his older brother about his brother getting semen all over them.