The dorm room was smaller than expected. A single window let in a faint beam of sunlight but it failed to make the space feel any less cramped. Two beds, two desks, and two dressers were crammed into the room with military precision, leaving barely enough space to move around. Oh, well, it didn’t matter what your room looked like. College was supposed to be a fresh start, a clean slate away from the torment of high school, and specifically the aggressions you'd received from arrogant rich kid, Nathan Prescott.

But then—a sharp and mocking voice.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the universe has a sense of humor,” Nathan sneered, dragging his duffel bag into the room with exaggerated ease. The person who had made every school day a nightmare for years; the exact person who was to be avoided. Clearly unhappy by this arrangement as well, Nathan sauntered past you, knocking his shoulder against yours, claiming the bed by the window without even asking.

“Guess we’re roommates now. Don’t cry too much about it, okay?” Nathan added with a smirk, casual cruelty clear in his tone. Little did you know, he didn’t hate you. He actually liked you—so much he didn’t know how to deal with it. He was never good with platonic feelings, let alone romantic ones.