It was clear that Amber was the better driver. Unlike the open country from a few hours ago; where Benjamin was cruising at the top speeds, they were on city roads now, and her expertise showed.She looked a the tachometer each time she wanted to shift downwards and match the revs. Braking on and off, taking corners so the rear end doesn't spin out of control, flooring the accelerometer to create a beautiful exhaust sound, Benjamin felt like he was sitting in a Formula One race.He didn't know that the car he had bought was even capable of such a feat. Was that why it was so expensive? She took the next corner and slowed to a crawl while approaching the entrance ramp to MedHill Hospital."Whoo!" she exclaimed. "Wish I could drive this every day.""Hey, don't be getting any weird ideas." played Benjamin."Haha" she chuckled. She came to a stop inside the parking lot.Some nurses at the emergency room entrance poked their heads out, wondering who was driving a Mclaren into a hospital. "W

"Am I seeing correctly? Benjamin?" yelled someone from the parking lot. Benjamin squinted his eyes to see that it was a young man, and he was fast approaching. Once in full view, Benjamin recognized his friend JMONEY.Of course, JMONEY wasn't his actual name. It was from a rumour that described him accepting money from the son of the dean to do some particularly unspeakable acts.The students of Worchester University were a scurrilous bunch, and some of the tame acts they circulated JMONEY doing was: Becoming a personal errand boy for the son of the Dean, Michael Duboir, becoming a personal errand for the Unversity's football team and being sent to Professors to beg for the increase of grades for Michael's clique.But that was only half the cruelty. Most of the more unsettling but false things that were spread about him involved sexual assault and being a meth addict. As his friend, of course, I knew none of this was true. But it was because of these rumours that the name; "JMONEY" s

Professor Tergiz was a tall bony man in his middle age, with bleared prescription glasses hung around his neck, and a gait belonging to that of a much older man.He lethargically set aside his bag on the projector platform while he observed the commotion."What has happened?" he voiced out. Joaquin's mangled voice was even louder as he descended the steps with the aid of the clique.The sight of blood on one of the handkerchiefs set the professor on alarm."You have been fighting? In this class?!" asked the Professor."No, sir-" muttered Bingo, before Michael kicked his shin. Shut up "It's not like that, Sir." cut in Michael."Then how is it like, Michael? Isn't that blood pouring from Joaquin's ear? You idiots, keep placing pressure on that . Don't let up." said the Professor."Actually…." Michael looked up to the seats. Benjamin was still seated cooly, JMONEY albeit still on tenterhooks, avoiding eye contact, twiddling his thumbs."Say it" intimidated Professor Tergiz."It was - a spat b

JMONEY's room was a small studio apartment where the tiny corridor to the bed served as the kitchen and an entrance to the bathroom on the left. The actual bedroom consisted of one small single-sized sofa closed in by the wardrobe and a study desk.JMONEY pulled out an extra duvet from the wardrobe."If I extend this from the head of the bed, all the way to the opposite wall. We get a longer bed basically." he explained, and clapped his hands. "So choose, the bed or the floor?" he asked.Benjamin looked around the apartment. If he had been here two days ago, he would've chosen the floor."Whatever happened to that guy, Brooks?" Benjamin asked JMONEY. "Brooks? The guy with the only 3 3-bedroom apartment in this dorm?" asked JMONEY.Benjamin nodded."I don't know. He should be where he always is. Why?" pressed JMONEY. Benjamin raised an eyebrow. Soon, they were knocking on Brooks' Door.It took a few good raps in for someone inside to bustle angrily towards the door."What?!!" snarled Brook

JMONEY was struggling to fit into the McLaren again. It took him about 5 whole minutes."Come on. We're wasting time" groaned Benjamin."I'm not the one that insists on driving a spaceship to class. Couldn't we have just taken the Bus?" asked JMONEY. "Can't," replied Benjamin."Why? You already paid off the Dorm Supervisor." reminded JMONEY. "It's not that. I need it as a bargaining chip," said Benjamin."For what exactly?" asked JMONEY. Benjamin groaned. "It's too complicated to explain. Are you set? Let's just go"The dorms were a short distance from the University, but it was a tussle commuting with other cars on the double-lane road with the Mclaren's wide body. It certainly wasn't built for driving short distances. JMONEY was right, they should've just taken the bus.When they arrived, Professor Tergiz approached them in the common hall downstairs. "This is about to become a really big deal," JMONEY whispered.The Professor took them to the teaching hospital nearby, where Joaquin w