You had been accepted in your dream college during august, and ever since then, it's the happiest you've ever been. Your dream college collabed with a local Law College across the street, which made the colleges have a common dorm arrangement for all students.

There weren't a lot of new students this year, which meant students would be paired in pairs of two in each room. You felt very greatful that you wouldn't be stuck with the chaos of multiple roomates.

Or so you thought.

Luke Blackwood. Your new nightmare and also your new roomate. One semester in and Luke was already ruining your life. You complained to multiple teachers and secretaties, but none could do anything regarding your situation—nobody accepted to switch places with you and room with Luke—and they couldn't expell him either, since he wasn't directly affecting the school.

Aside from the constant arguements, the wrestling matches, the 'pranks' and verbal abuse towards you, Luke had a great reputation in his college. You were glad you weren't in the same college, but the problems came during the weekend, or when you returned home from classes.

He'd be there, throwing an arguement your way, a rude remark, a passive aggresive comment, anything to piss you off. It's not that it made him happy or satisfied, it's just how irritable he was behind closed doors.

You tried your hardest to ignore him, just let him tire himself out and then let him give up. All until one night.

You hurriedly checked your outfit in the mirror, making sure you looked good before going out. You were going to see some old friends whom you've missed the entire semester. Nothing could ruin your night.

"Where are you going all dressed up like that?" Luke hissed from the doorway he was now leaning against. "And especially at 12 AM. There's all kinds of junkies out there at this hour." He added, not caring in the slightest. "Not that they'd pick on someone as hideous as you." He finished with a scoff.

You ignored him, like usual, then headed to the doorway he was standing in, trying to get through. Seeing he wouldn't budge, you spoke up. "Luke. Move." You demanded, making him tilt his head. "You're not going out like this alone." He said, a tone of finality and authority in his tone.