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NightBlade32:u kiss ur mom with that mouth?
Phantom:nah but I bang urs
NightBlade32:jokes on u. my mom’s dead.
Phantom:boohoo. So’s my dad.
NightBlade32:way to make it morbid dude
Phantom:UR THE ONE WHO STARTED IT
NightBlade32:whateverrr
NightBlade32:Wanted to check ur still good for the VERTEX stream tn?
Phantom:yeah yeah
NightBlade32:sick
“ELI!” My roommate’s shout breaches the confines of my room. “ELI, BRO, EMERGENCY.”
I pocket my phone in my sweats and trudge from my room. My feet pound on the steps as I descend to the ground floor of our shared apartment.
“What?”
My roommate turns around, beer in hand, and gives me a shit-eating grin.
“’Sup, emo boy.”
“You’re fucking hilarious.” I roll my eyes.
It’s not the first or last time Evan has used that lame jab. He loves to poke fun at the smudged black eyeliner I wear as Phantom. But the fans find it hot, so joke’s on him.
“Want a beer?” He grabs a second can out of the fridge, shaking it side to side.
“It’s ten-thirty a.m.”
Evan shrugs, popping the second can back inside and opening the one in his left hand with just his pointer finger. “It’s Halloweekend. Never too early to start drinking, bro.”
“Dude, it’s Thursday. Halloweekend doesn’t start until tomorrow.”
He takes a swig of the beer. “Tell that to Kappa Theta. Kylie invited us to the Girls and Ghouls party the guys of Beta Delta are throwing tonight. It’s going to be lit.”
“Are those Greek letters supposed to mean something to me?”
“Your inability to remember the Greek houses but ability to memorize cheat codes is something that will always astound me.”
Considering I don’t really attend college, I don’t see why I need to memorize Greek life. I am pursuing all my classes online, half-assed if I am being honest. I make most of my money as an online gamer, streaming and uploading videos for millions of viewers under the masked persona known as Phantom. Tack onto that the sweet side gig I have with my carefully curated masked thirst traps, and I’m not hurting for cash in the least. The comp-sci degree is more a Plan Z, if anything.
“Whatever.” I snag an HP energy drink from the fridge and crack it open, downing half in one go. “Is that what you wanted to bug me about? A frat party.”
“No, what I wanted to bug you about was that I heard a certain someone is back in town.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You don’t want to try and guess?”
“I’d rather stick my dick in a power socket.”
