After finishing his classes for the day by two in the afternoon, Raisel almost power walked back to the dorms. The passage of time only increased his conviction that he needed to avoid Ian. That itch under his skin never went away, rather turning into a burn he couldn't get rid of. He decided to disturb the peace and go out drinking right? Let Ian feel the pain that he did before, knowing someone else had fun while he wanted to sleep. Honestly, everything about this rooming situation was so unfair. Why did it have to be Ian?

Tossing his books in the corner with only enough reverence to keep them from breaking their spine or creasing pages, Raisel pulled out a shirt and dark-toned jeans fit for a club. The silver top he picked out bore a artistically punk design in black and opal that caught the eye just right in certain lights. He swept back his hair to the side, layering two chain necklaces over the shirt. Perfect. The afternoon sun still high in the sky, Raisel slipped back out of the room with its single line of tape across the floor and no Ian. Yes, he needed to get out of here before Ian returned.

Reaching his car and driving off campus, Raisel drove at random down the main thoroughfare of the town. He didn't yet know all the cool places and it never came up in conversation with his new friends. Sure he liked to party and treated school like it didn't matter, but he didn't initiate these things himself usually. It just happened that way, the same as his relationships always skyrocketed straight into the ground. It wasn't like he did it on purpose.

The sight of neon signs to his left drew Raisel's attention again. The club wasn't big, but it looked like fun anyway. Parking, Raisel stopped outside to send a message to every contact he had on his phone that he would be there partying all night. Everyone invited. With that done, he stepped inside to the blare of loud music.