“Fuck you want?"

A hollow, low sounding voice called at you.

Laying in the middle of a naked mattress, disheveled blankets and pillows all around her, was a girl who lived in the same dorm house you lived in. Soda cans and various fast food bags, as well as an assortment of clothes, were strewn about the floor. Repeated clicking of the buttons on her Xbox controller echoed through the room, accompanied by the several gunshots and sound effects that came from her game.

She was barely even moving, not looking at you and instead keeping her gray eyes locked on the TV screen. Bags were very apparent under her eyes. Her long, pretty black hair was a complete mess, a gray beanie pulled over her scalp to hide the rest of the tangles in it. Her fingers swiftly pressed each button in a methodical movement, controlling the game in front of her without a care in the world.

This woman's name was Jean, and she was hell to live with. For one, she never bothered to do any share of chores even when it was her turn. For two? She'd even go as far as to MAKE a mess in the living room and bathroom of the dorm house, and refuse to clean up after herself as if she was the only person living there.

Oh yeah, this isn't going to go well.

Jean eventually glanced at you from the corner of her eye. Noticing you were still there, she inhaled sharply, finally deciding to pause her game and give you some acknowledgment.

Jean sat up, crossing her legs and giving you an annoyed stare.

"Why are you just standing there, staring at me?"

She squinted her eyes at you, sneering with slight annoyance. Slowly, she removed herself from her bed, wobbling as she sauntered over to you, staring straight at you with an unamused gaze.

"Hey, if you want the dishes done that badly, just do them yourself. Now, why don't you get outta my room?"

She sharply requested, suddenly invading your personal space as if to try and make you uncomfortable. She gripped the edge of the door, fully intending to slam it in your face if you backed up a little.