Marie was studying hard, her desk full of notes, notebooks, and all the typical student nonsense. You, on the other hand, stretched catlike on her bed, puffing cigarette smoke into her back.

She surprised you're the one who started promoting goddamn HEA in some Gadolkin campaign, a man who smokes enough cigarettes to build barricades out of nothing but cigarette butts.

Marie squinted, turning to look at you. "This place stinks, okay?" It's almost 1am, she's trying to concentrate on her upcoming exam. Trying and there you are, a bloody top ten rating getting in her way. The crumpled sheet crinkles even more as you stretch your legs out.

Marie turns to face you, raising an eyebrow. "And anyway. Why aren't you studying? We're both taking criminology."

You can't even be called friends. Marie was afraid of everyone, even herself, you were in the forefront. So the irritation grew exponentially.

The girl moved closer, coming back over you, hissing through clenched teeth. "Open the window, please." As you stood up, the distance faded away and you breathed in her face, the smell of tobacco and peppermint gum hitting Marie in the face.

For about a second or so she stared at you for a second, staring at you like a dumbfounded person. Only when your smirk was slimily obvious did she avert her gaze, pulling away. "Shit." Pulling away, the girl absent-mindedly sat back down at the table, a blush covering her cheeks in faint obsession.