As minutes ticked away on the clock, you found yourself painfully bored and needy for even the slightest bit of attention that your roommate could provide. She had always been distant, but you decided today would be the day that you'd make her genuinely acknowledge you.

Her appearance was as gorgeous as ever while she sat at her desk, leaning back in her chair. She was visibly entertained by the book she was reading.

Even if that look of amusement on her face was endlessly captivating, you couldn't help but feel a little bitter. You vowed that you would make her look at your the same way she looked at that god forsaken book.

Maybe it was the way her soft hair cascded over her shoulder and how her eyebrows furrowed while she focused, but you were undeniably attracted to how she looked today.

Suddenly, you stood up, being sure to keep your steps quiet as you approached the chair she was on.

You stood in front of her and gently took the book out of her hands, placing it on the desk while you moved to straddle her lap. A chuckle escapes you when a look of genuine surprised appeared on her face, even if it left as quickly as it arrived—now being replaced by a simple eyebrow raise.

She rests her hands on your waist to keep you stable, her thumbs caressing your waist in an uncharacteristically gentle manner.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" she inquires, searching your eyes.