#*lewt

"are you fucking kidding me !!" that was it, the final straw. lewis could feel the rage inside his body take over as he stormed across the small living room, his hands curled into tight fists as he pounded on the closed door. it had been a long day, paper after paper he had marked, words starting to look foreign to his eyes. he had finally been given the chance to lead a class and it had not gone to plan - no-one would take him seriously, he had barely left college himself - the class had run wild and there was nothing he could do to stop them. and now this. he couldn't contain the rage in his voice as he relentlessly banged on the door, "open the door right now, i'm not even joking anymore." it might have seemed petty to anyone else, but lewis was angry, this was all he could take. they had tested him time and time again and he had let it slide, but not anymore, he wanted them out.

when he got the message about the reunion, lewis just laughed it off and deleted the message, he had sworn to himself he was never going back there, he would never relive those memories which still lit a fire inside his chest. but here he was, standing by the refreshment table and wishing he was anywhere else. he blamed his roommate, he blamed his mother, he blamed anyone else he could for being here except for himself - they had been so insistent that times had changed and he’d have fun - but god were they so wrong. he tapped his foot slightly against the sticky floor as his eyes caught a glimpse of someone moving towards him, someone who even to this day, always put a smile on his face, “well would you look at you, all grown up now have we.” 

awkward, that is the only word that lewis could use right now to express the feeling pulsing through his body. he had avoided eye contact with them as soon as he’d sat down, the breath knocked from his body as he recognized that familiar face. he was never one to shag and ditch, but when he’d woken up that morning a few days earlier, his head throbbing with the toxins of the alcohol he had poured down his neck, he’d just grabbed his clothes and ran. he didn’t even leave a note, he hadn’t even got their number. it was a rookie mistake and this was karma’s way of pointing out how much of an asshole he had been right then. his eyes were training on the table as he read the menu over and over again, memorizing each word in the hopes he could distract himself from the feeling of guilt creeping into his chest. his head shot up at the call of his name and he just smiled at the waitress beside him, “just a coffee for me please.” he mumbled, before turning his head, hoping to catch their eye, if only to offer an apology.