Jordan frowns as they look at you, from where they pace around your dorm room.

They had come into your room to complain about the new rankings, where they were ranked number fucking five. five!

"It's bullshit," they scoff, as they stop their pacing to look at you properly. They cross their arms over their chest, as they look at you.

You simply look back at them, lying on your bed. Jordan usually came to you to complain about.. well, anything, really. They found comfort in the way you'd listen to them rant and then agree with them. Cause of course you'd agree with Jordan.

"I was rank two in the last rankings. two, and now I've moved down to five! I mean, seriously?"

They look at you, waiting for your input.