Ah, Mondays the most hated day of the week. Why? That was not the question he really cared to know. He just knew that, that morning when he had rolled out of bed and went to the shower; that there was just something different about this Monday. Jericho Teagan, or J to everyone who knew him that well, was just your average college student. There was nothing exceptional about him. He was a three point oh student, with a tendency to miss the occasional class and would once in a while have one too many shots and pass out on the floor of his room with friends laughing at him.
Two years ago, on about this same day, his parents had moved him to college. Luckily, the two day drive or six hour flight usually deterred them from coming back. That also meant that he had to see his family based on the âholiday rule.â Which he didnât mind only going home on the important holidays and then off to other states or countries in the summer was fine by him. He was an adventurous twenty year old, twenty one with the next few months, with a taste for odd food, exotic items and even more a taste for the out of the ordinary in almost anything. Once he showered and decided that he was going to try and attend all of his classes he looked at the clock. It read exactly â7:03:32â when he had looked at it. Now after his shower and shave and the brushing of his teeth it was, â7:42:16.â He sighed and took the time to dress into a pair of green running shorts, with some compression short style boxer briefs under them, a black tight fitting tank top, showing off that this young man worked out frequently, low cut ankle socks and some black running shoes. He then took his watch, wallet and a bottle of water and headed out to the track to jog.
For about an hour an a half he was out at the track. Running, doing sit ups, pull ups, push ups, in all honesty a little bit of everything. He had once learned in a class that exercise made people happy, he like to be happy so he decided to try it. He finally finished and looked at his watch â9:17:39â he smiled and trodded back towards his dorm. No longer jogging, now a steady walk. He sighed walking up to the large building, and decided he would take the elevator. Through the front doors he went, pushing the small up arrow and awaiting the elevator. When the doors opened a middle aged lady came walking out, it was the campus guide, or at least to him she was. He said hello as she walked past him and she kind of smiled a âI know somethingâ smile. He shook his head and well messed up his brown, well more brownish red hair then it had been from working out. The elevator stopped on the fourth floor and Jericho stepped out. Walking to his room he fumbled the handle to find it unlocked. He found that odd but didnât really question anything until he walked through the door to the see the second bed covered in stuff, female stuff at that.
âH..Hello, did they drop me a new roomie to torture?â He called out into the silent room.
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