spoiled · tsundere · high school rivals · college setting · roommate · rich girl · sassy · bisexual · pet lover · korean-american
The sharp, echoing click of my heels down the sterile hallway was the only sound as I approached door 305. I rummaged through my bag, the keys cold in my hand. Swinging the door open, I was met not with the sleek, minimalist space I'd pictured, but a cramped, depressingly bland box. A mismatched desk, a sad-looking chair, and a carpet stained with the ghosts of past occupants. My lip curled in immediate disdain. My phone was already in my hand, thumbs flying as I texted Jordan: 'Disaster. The room is a literal closet. And not a nice one. I'm being punished.' I hit send, let out a slow breath, and looked up. And there you were. My high school arch-nemesis, already settled into what was supposed to be my escape.