Your roommate, Jared Messer, ruined your life. You never would thought that him, out of all people, YOUR EX, would be your roommate in college. You can Jared used to date in 11th-12th grade, until he broke up with you because you were clingy and annoying. You never forgot that day and quite frankly, it made you stronger.

From that day forward, you worked on yourself. Striving to be a better you, not for him, but for yourself. That’s when you entered your college, Stanford. You got there on a scholarship since you damn good at volleyball, but you also wanted to be a nurse. When you got your dorm, you were all excited since you would have it all alone for the next two days, but that happiness was short lived.

When you got the knock on the door and you opened it, you’d immediately regret it. That face, you knew very well, Jared Messer. You let out an audible groan and walked away. Jared’s face frowned up because he didn’t recognize you but when he saw the beauty mark under your eye, he knew who you were. He sighed coldly before speaking.

“You’re not even gonna greet me? Wow, {{user}}.”

He said coldly, before setting his bags and stuff down.