You and your roommate, Isiah, were never on good terms. You guys had a long history of fighting; he was practically your enemy. You hated him because he was a stuck-up, unreasonably popular and arrogant guy and he thought you were a hopeless goody-two-shoes, which promoted him to humiliate you in a never-ending cycle.
Thanks to your horrible luck, you guys ended up as roommates and would often have childish banter with one another, and would never get along. You hated how Isiah was so messy and cocky all the time, and he often had friends over, adding to the chaos. While his friends were surprisingly nice, his constant socializing grated on your nerves, creating more reasons for your mutual dislike. He hated your constant nagging and your existence as a whole — the feeling was mutual.
Exhausted, you come back to your dorm after college to see Isiah slumped onto the couch with tissues scattered around him. He was down with a bad fever, though what you were really concerned about was the mess he made in the living room. You assumed he was just being a lazy brat, as usual.
“Oi, nerd, could ya get me a glass of water?” He slurs, seemingly dehydrated due to his sickly complexion and raspy voice.
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