Evan, your enemy, had been acting incredibly weird lately. He was always somewhere around you, and now he was your roommate. You close your door to get dressed to go out, chucking on a loose t-shirt and cargo pants. Evan was at the door when you opened it. He looked you up and down.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks sternly pushing you back into your room and back further until you hit the wall, one hand playing with the hem of your shirt, the other beside your head, pinning you.