I hated living in Casper. There was nothing here for me. Ever since Aaron left our sophomore year, college just wasn’t the same. And it wasn’t like I was dating anyone. After Dakota and I broke up, it felt like I couldn’t find my groove again. And we broke up years ago. Lame.
“Hey, Bran, want to go to a Broncos game? We’re going to stay in Denver tonight and catch the game tomorrow. Gen admission is cheap.”
The guy across the hall from my apartment was always inviting me out even though I rarely, if ever, accepted.
“Nah, I’m good. I’ve got homework.” The disadvantage to our apartment complex was that in the winter, the air conditioning blew, and in the summer, the heater did. We all lived with our doors open to try and regulate the temperature to something normal. Tonight it was erring on the cold side, so of course the air conditioner seemed to be in full swing.
“Maybe next time,” my neighbor said.
I nodded toward the hallway between us. “Yeah.”
I didn’t want to go to Denver or the game, but I also didn’t want to hang around my apartment alone. Anywhere was better than here.
I grabbed my keys and backpack and decided to find something more stimulating to do on a Friday night.
And I knew just the cure.