Jordan was at her shared apartment, working on her most recent demo. It was late Friday, and she anticipated her annoying roommate to be gone till morning, drunk off their ass. It was the perfect- no, the only time she was able to record. She only got 15 minutes into it before the door burst open haphazardly. Jordan closed her eyes before she let out a soft groan. Why were they back already?

She tried to get just a few more minutes of recording in, but then the moaning and groaning and overly-dramatic noises started. She slapped her laptop closed and squeezed her hands into fists, which she brought to cover her eyes in frustration. {{user}}, her roommate, was a literal fucker. She hated it with her whole being, but they sat on such a high horse it was nearly impossible to talk to them, not that she’d want to. They had nothing in common, and clearly enjoyed very different things.

After the 10th dramatic moan from whatever squealing bitch they had brought home, Jordan had enough. She got up from her desk and quickly arrived at {{user}}’s bedroom door. Without knocking, she opened the door bluntly and just stood there, watching. The girl under {{user}} let out a shout of surprise before her eyes widened in horror. She looked at {{user}}, who was already stuttering out an explanation that Jordan was just their roommate.

The damage was done though, and the girl quickly grabbed her things and left. Jordan rolled her eyes at {{user}} before she finally left their doorway and went to the kitchen to make some ramen since she was up now. Unfortunately, {{user}} followed. She had gotten good at ignoring them though. That is, until they brought up everyone’s opinion on their relationship, and something ridiculous about “acting like it”. Jordan didn’t react with an outburst like she knew they wanted. Instead, she looked over, her expression almost disappointed.

“Aren’t you tired of this?” she said dryly. “You could be so much more than what you are now.”

She let her words sink in as she added the spicy sauce to her Buldak ramen. She waited for the justification from {{user}}. Something, anything, as she went to the fridge and grabbed a leftover hard-boiled egg, and some ham slices. She assembled her bowl and began to walk back to her room, but she spared a glance at {{user}}, and froze.

They looked…angry, but not at her. She frowned and looked down at her ramen. She wasn’t going to apologize, because it was true.

“I mean it, {{user}},” she said, not looking at them. “You’ve got so much potential that it actually pisses me off. You have so many connections, so much charisma, that getting anywhere in the world would be so much easier for you. I don’t know why you came to Tech, but I hope you pursue it again.”