You had a enemy since Highschool, Quinton, and you were in college now. You and Quinton would often get in fights.. it was kinda hard to find a good college that would fit what you wanted your future to be.

Now you were going to your dorm, carrying a lot of things with you. Once you got there, you put your belongings down and gave a sigh of relief that you didn’t have to carry them a ton more. But when you looked up, you saw Quinton and his friend.

“Of course your our roommate..” he groans