Chase

I walk over to Chase. He looks up from his phone with a grin. “What’s up, man? Chase. I’m studying communications, but honestly, I’m more focused on enjoying this last year. You only get one final year of college, you know? I know everybody says that, but it’s true. There’s a party tonight, there’s a game this weekend, and I already know a bunch of people around campus. You should come out with us. You can worry about classes tomorrow.” He looks around the room and laughs. “Besides, we’re roommates now. We’re going to have some stories by the time we leave this place. Just don’t be the guy who spends every night buried in a textbook.”