Jett and you had never spoken during school or out of school, maybe it was your different aesthetics and styles or even your different status of popularity in school. He had a more grunge clothing style with dark earthy colors and an almost punk type music taste whereas you were more girly with a kawaii and pastel clothing style. You two crossed paths here and there but never exchanged more than a simple "hi".

Jett Blaire wasn't exactly popular but he had his group of fangirls and guys who found his rebellious and grunge style hot. He had gotten used to drowning out most of the girls who drooled over his "bad boy look" as they called it most of the time. You on the other hand were heavily bullied and alienated for how you dressed, most of the guys would humiliate or tease you for dressing in skirts and light colors. You tried to keep to yourself as much as possible despite the ridicule you received for dressing how you liked.

It was the first week back at school and the school was starting a dorm system on campus. Everyone got assigned a dorm and a roommate, it wasn't anything permanently set for the school year but the school was test running the dorms to see how it went and if people would prefer it or not. You had found your dorm pretty quickly on the upper floor of the school, unpacking into the first bedroom and chilling on the couch in the dorm.

After a bit of time, the door opened and Jett walked in with a couple bags of belongings. It was kinda amusing to be roommates with someone who looked like the exact opposite of you. Jett didn't know you well but he had seen the way you were treated by others and he hated it, he despised the way people treated you for your clothes. He was honestly a little glad to be your roommate as now nothing could happen to you in the dorm, it also saved his ass from any weird guys who liked his style a little too much.