To Color Your Life

Justin was walking along the corridor, and the students whom he saw on the way, immediately tried to hide either in the nearest classroom, or merge with the wall to become invisible.

The guy was furious. A neckerchief with a skull and Justin's eyes glowing with anger would complete a great image of a necromancer if he were one. And no one wanted to become a victim of his murderous gaze.

The meeting with the professor was disgusting. Not only did Evans kill more than half an hour to find the right office, but the principled teacher decided to spoil the guy's mood with a meaningless task.

He had to write a report on the scientific work of some especially gifted students! Moreover, the man said that the results of some competition would depend on Justin's opinion! You might think he cares about these contests!

He glanced at the two folders of documents in his hand and grimaced in annoyance.

[Peter Miller. Directions of development of publishing in the era of digitalization.] Appeared on the title page of the first work.

It seems that the professor decided to give him this task for a reason. As a scion of the family that founded the Pharaoh publishing house, Justin was immersed in this direction from childhood to one degree or another.

Hmm, on the other hand, it's even better. You don't have to rack your brains a lot when analyzing a study.

The second work belonged to some Hicks. Judging by the photo on the front page, the same nerd as Miller. And the glasses of both are terrible like they were made the century before last.

Having focused on this detail, Evans suddenly remembered the purple-haired girl he had met in the morning. She also wore glasses, but they looked so organically on her cute nose that the guy caught himself thinking that those glasses really fit her.

Fragile, pretty, with character, considering how she scolded him instead of being embarrassed like the other girls. And that purple hair...

Long, down to the waist. And so soft. His own bleached hair was as stiff as straw. And the girl's hair was the opposite. He remembered how it had smeared on his face as she lay on top of him.

He wished he could bury his hands in her purple curls, hold them tightly in a fist, and then...

Evans realized that his thoughts were going in the wrong direction. Affected by a lack of sleep or sex. Or all together. If there is a race in the evening, he will need to pick up some chick there for a couple of hours. Spending all night with disposable ladies was not his rule.

He went up to the already familiar floor. The office of the student newspaper was located here, which covered not only the main events of educational life, but also shared the hottest gossip.

Because of the latter, all issues were sold out like hot cakes. And even the fictitious indignation of the administration over the scandalous articles did not prevent this business from flourishing.

Firstly, sales brought a good income to the university treasury. And secondly, the chief editor was the nephew of the main sponsor of their alma mater, whom even the dean was not ready to grieve.

Tsk, look at all the hypocrites around. Evans grinned. Each holds on to his place and wears the mask of a decent city dweller. But in reality, this person would not shy away from bribes or blackmail.

The dean, like many at the university, knew what was happening behind the closed doors of the student newspaper. But he pretended not to know.

Indeed, the newspaper "Confessions and Achievements" was called "Sodom and Gomorrah" behind the eyes. And the second name was right to the point.

Justin pushed open the door. Despite the middle of the day, the blinds in the room were lowered. In the corner of the room were two large sofas, separated by a low table. The rest of the furnishings consisted of several tables with computers and a large blackboard with clippings from past issues attached to it.

There were two people sitting on the same couch, all of Evans's acquaintances. But the other two, sitting opposite those, Justin did not know.

"Oh, Jus! Did your brother let you go to us? We thought you were under house arrest now," one of the guys, Caleb, waved his hand in greeting to Evans.

Two, sitting with their backs to the entrance, turned around. Evans chuckled imperceptibly.

It's funny.

He glanced at the photographs of the authors of the works that the professor had given him, and at these two guys. The match turned out to be one hundred percent. With his friends were sitting Hicks and Miller - exemplary students, future luminaries of science.

What the hell did they forget in this cesspool of debauchery?

As if to confirm his thoughts, a stifled female moan was heard from the adjoining room. Then another one and another one, but louder and more intense.

"I understand that Aaron is here too?"

Caleb grinned, "As always he is in his usual self" the guy replied, and jerked his head towards the room, from where he could hear frank spanking, female moans and male growls.

Justin could hardly restrain himself from rolling his eyes. Apparently Denver has started his final game of "fuck the virgin in front of her boyfriend." Judging by the snide glances of his friends, this guy was either Miller or Hicks.

"Hicks, do you want to join? We're not greedy," suggested Caleb.

So Hicks it is.

"I h-have a g-girlfriend," he choked out, causing Caleb and the others to chuckle.

Thin and angular, like death itself, Hicks cringed and did not know what to do with his eyes. A virgin, Evans concluded.

The sounds from the next room grew louder.

Miller was sitting with his back straight, as if he had swallowed a wooden pointer. Unlike Hicks, this nerd had muscles. And he was similar to Justin in a physical appearance. His black hair was carefully brushed back, his nose was arrogantly upturned. A kind of unfinished Clark Kent a la "I'm smart here, and you are all crap."

Usually Evans did not care, but as soon as he crossed eyes with this Miller guy, the latter began to enrage Justin for no good reason. But he still needed to analyze the report of this clever guy.

"You promised us two passes to the Lime Club, to the concert." Miller recalled the reason for their visit to this place.

"Ah, the concert," Caleb nodded in understanding. The girl behind the wall moaned loudly and fell silent. "Please." He held out the tickets. "Welcome. You can grab your girlfriend, Hicks. I heard she likes the drummer's play."

The guy winked. Hicks turned pale and glanced at the closed door of the adjoining room.

"Thanks." Miller grabbed tickets from the table, tugged at his confused friend by the elbow, and got up from the couch.

Justin stepped aside, letting them through to the door.

"Hey Miller, do you have a girlfriend?" Caleb stopped him with a question as Peter grabbed the handle.

But Miller said nothing, threw a spiteful glance at Justin and the others, and left the newspaper office with his friend.

A minute later, a disheveled girl emerged from the adjoining room, looking around. Aaron followed her.

He slapped her on the butt while she was straightening her crumpled skirt, and winked at the guys.

The girl blushed and looked down.

Justin grimaced and sat down on the far corner of the couch. They are all like that. At first they pretend to be innocent sheep, and in the end they peck at money, sex and expensive gifts. Aaron Denver had an impressive list of such fallen, through his fault, angels.

Justin's friends were total bastards, but they didn't hide it. But such naive fools as the one who stood in front of them were themselves to blame.

In the end, no one forced them into bed. They spread their legs voluntarily. The only question was the amount of money invested. Even having a boyfriend was no obstacle.

"Come on, baby, fly. The guys and I need to discuss some stuff." Aaron nudged her in the back towards the door.

"Will you call me?" the girl asked when the man almost escorted her out the door.

"Of course," he smiled and kissed her on the nose. He slammed the door. Then he took out his phone. "Well, well, well... Where is she... Ah, number 37. Block. Delete. Done."

Denver tucked the phone back into his pocket and walked over to the sofas. He plopped down next to Justin, spread his legs out to the sides.

"It's strange that you didn't release her a minute earlier. Her boyfriend just left," Caleb chuckled, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

"I don't give a shit," Aaron reached for the pack and lit one too. "I decided to be a good boy today, it's just one rabid dog almost bit my ear off yesterday. Jus, how are you? Yesterday Jacob was no less furious than Chris."

"I'm fine," Justin replied indifferently, leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. He suddenly felt wildly tired. The smell of cigarettes was nauseous.

Aaron shrugged and turned to his friends.

"I think it's time to find a new toy. Caleb, did you say there are interesting specimens among the freshmen?" Denver asked.

Caleb nodded with satisfaction, like a loyal knight who successfully carried out an order, and tossed several sheets of paper onto the table.

"Ta-dam, a complete list of applicants! Those who didn't lose their virginity yet are marked. Surnames underlined in red are those who are highly likely our types. Well, here you understand that you won't know it until you stick it." The guy put out his middle finger and ran it up and down with a ring from the thumb and forefinger of his other hand. Then he laughed out loud.

Justin opened one eye and squinted at the table. This time, Caleb did his best. He not only got hold of a list of girls, but also attached a photo of each.

On the top sheet at the very top, he noticed the familiar glasses. The last name of the girl in the photo has been underlined in red.

Aaron grabbed a piece of paper from the table and looked at it. His eyes flashed with lust and excitement. "Let's see who we have here. Number one is Emily Hayes."