Chapter 191 Joyful

• Rather than bothering to think of a suggestive response, I prefer to curse under my breath about how frustrating it is for freshmen like us to deal with the most idiotic lights out regulation during the first semester. I had assumed that college would be about independence, but our campus is eerily stuffy and formal. It just isn't fair, and no one follows the dumbass rule. When it comes to parties and ladies, Aria and Mark have claimed that their college is dirtier and wilder than a sewer. No other institution experiences the same level of gender segregation, which is understandable given that our school's decision to reduce the curfew to before two in the morning would result in half of the girls becoming pregnant.
• Tyrone laughs, "We are definitely getting an apartment next semester," while I voice my complaints.
• When I begin to slip, he says, "Definitely," and he shoves me even farther up his back. "How much do you have saved up?"