James was such a simple name, not one that was nearly broad enough to cover the conundrum that it's owner was. But it did have its perks. No one ever remembered James the villain, no, it always had to be something like Mr Freeze or Disaster Master or something silly like that. No one payed a villain called James any mind until they had you at gun point. And James didn't particularly care about that. In fact he quite liked it.

Especially at times like these.

"James Malove is it?"

"Yessir!"

"I can't shake the feeling thr I've heard that name before."

"Oh you probably have," James flashed the guard a friendly but weary smile "James is fairly common name."

"Hm, you ok?" The security guard seemed a bit concerned with the disheveled and exhausted man in front of him.

"Yep! I have three papers due tomorrow and had at least five due yesterday so you know the struggle." The security guard winced at the number.

"Ouch, witch teachers they for?"

"All if them."

"All of them? What does that mean?"

"All of them." James tired smile suddenly sent chills down the guards back and they quickly opened the gate. It was like watching a teen who had made the mistake of taking all AP classes and then refused to drop even one as James wanted through the gate and onwards towards his dorm room. And this wasn't even the beginning of the madness.

As James reached his dorm he didn't even bother turning the lights on. Instead he went strait for the fridge and pulled out a redbull. And then he pulled out the coffee machine. And then they went together.

Five minutes later James was calling up three of his professors, writing four essays and somehow lifting weights all at the same time. Caffeine was amazing wasn't it.