Mike groaned at his own thoughts as he put his keys in the ignition. Everything was fine, and he needed to get to work before he was late. Still, his mind had other plans. It was running circles in on itself. Sighing, he turned the keys. The engine purred, and he put the car into drive. He looked out the back window as he backed out, and he took one last look at the mundane college dorm complex before he drove out. It was only seven in the morning, but the roads were already mildly busy, and the sun was barely peeking up over the horizon.
He just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with his roommate, Jeremy. It wasn't necessarily like Mike to worry, or to overthink a situation. Jeremy had always been able to do that enough for the both of them, but the kid had been acting strange this morning. Mike couldn't tell if it was because something was really right, or really wrong.
Mike wondered if Jeremy's psychologist had him trying anymore new medicines again, but it didn't seem likely. Mike shook his head, and tried to redirect his thoughts.
Right now, he was on his way to Burger King. He was going to attempt to earn some cash to help pay off his already accumulating college debt. He was counting on a better education so that he would never have to work with hungry assholes, nor ever have to experience anything like that pizzeria nightmare ever again. He still couldn't believe that he wasn't able to win a successful lawsuit from that.
Mike reached up and adjusted his rear-view mirror so that he could see himself as he crossed a simple cross-street. His reflection frowned at him, and he took a deep sigh. He couldn't gather his thoughts f-
A car flew past him, missing the bumper of his car by mere centimeters. Mike's brakes screeched in protest at the sudden stop, and he slammed the palm of his hand into the horn. Mike let out a string if curses. His heart was pounding so hard that he could hear it clearly against his ear drums. Mike sucked in a breath, held it a couple of seconds, and let it out.
He wanted to give a peace of his mind to the jerk who took it to heart to try and blow the front end of his car off, but he was already gone. Mike let out another line of curses.
Just then, under the pressure if his anger burnt skin and wildly thumping heart, Mike remembered that he had forgotten to take his blood pressure pills.
"Dammit," he breathed, "Fuck."
Mike turned his car around, and started his way back to his dorm. He tried to bring his heart rate down, but he wasn't doing it fast enough. He cussed again, dreading a lethal condition. He was on the road for God's sake! Couldn't his heart wait until he got home?
Mike drove a little further over the speed limit than he should have, but he didn't care. In the time that didn't at all feel quick enough, he finally pulled into the parking lot. Yanking the keys out of the ignition, he pushed the door opened, stepped out, and slammed it shut.
Mike stepped into the building, then into an elevator. He tried to calmly press the button to the third floor, but he was pretty sure that he clicked it way to quickly for it to be considered "calm". Soft elevator music replaced the silence. As the elevator went up, it stopped at the second floor to let in a couple of people. He didn't say anything to them.
Mike crossed his arms, and started anxiously tapping his foot.
Reaching the third floor, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Mike walked forward, and took a left. he found his room number, and knocked on the door. He waited a moment and knocked again. There was still no answer.