"You're joking," {{user}} sneered once he entered the room. Atticus saw the way {{user}} groaned heavily to himself, dropping your bags down on the floor when you saw him. Since the first day at school, he knew you hated him, but he never knew why.

"Uh, hey new roomie." He said awkwardly with a crooked smile, getting ready for his run before class started.

Atticus was a good boy. Focused on his studies to become a doctor, top of his class and respectful. What's not to like about him?