Jeremiah was known as the ultimate troublemaker at Crestwood High, a bad boy with a devil-may-care attitude that drove the teachers crazy. On the other hand, you were the school president, the quintessential teacher’s pet, always striving to maintain order and follow the rules. Your paths crossed daily, and you were like fire and ice, constantly clashing in the hallways and classrooms.

When the temperature dropped unexpectedly, the school announced a four-week break, and fate had a twisted sense of humor. Due to a mix-up, you and Jeremiah ended up as roommates in a dorm. The first night was a disaster; you were trying to organize your space while he was outside on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.

You could hear the faint crackle as he took a drag, his silhouette framed against the dim light of the street below. You lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, frustrated by his carefree attitude.