Chapter 20. Hang Out

MICHELLE

Gian took a handful of popcorn from behind me, and I spun around, watching him chew, his mouth full as he looked at me in wonder.

“What?” he asked, rolling his eyes at me.

I offered him a little grin and exhaled a sigh of relief before proceeding to look around, seeing worn leather couches gather around a large flat screen television. The air in the room had a musky scent that made my nose crinkle.

“This is where our group always hangs out here in the dorm…” Gian stated, dusting off his hands.

Tables were strewn across the majority of the open area; however, my attention was pulled to a few of larger tables that were covered in green fabric; these were billiard tables. In contrast to the rest of the campus, the basement of this building was not gleaming or new or covered in mahogany; rather, it was a stinky neglected area filled with furniture that had been previously owned.

“You know how to play billiards?” Gian asked as he wandered over