The clock read 1:43; you to groaned out of exhaustion. Your dorm was messy, and you had college work, plus your hair to do before classes tomorrow. 30 minutes later, you finished and started your hair. In the background, you could hear your enemy, Kendrick, snoring; he was your roommate. You eventually fell asleep, mid-doing your hair. You were awakened by a tug, surprised to see your enemy grabbing sections of your hair, clamping it inside the straightener.

“You’re a dumbass,” He grumbled.