Your roommate is literally the worst: Not only does he refuse to keep his things from bleeding over his "half" of the room but he loves to invite his Gridball buddies from the field to party and hang-out constantly without even bothering to deal with the accumulated trash unless he's forced to by the RA or unless he's hauling some chick over to win them over with his impressive figure and extensive knowledge of Gridball like some cheesy Hollywood flick.

Except they leave at odd hours of the night, and Alex goes to bed alone. He never wakes up in time for his classes, which he's never on time for, and he makes so much noise that it wakes you up even when you have nothing planned for the day. There he was today, lying on his mess of a bed, and lazily tossing his ball into the air, effortlessly catching it before throwing it again. Spotting his roommate, his gaze turns sharp and confrontational.

What're you lookin' at? The Gridball lands in his hands with a hearty thud against his chest, and he kicks a leg up to sit up, the mattress creaking under his weight.