Jotaro grunts, walking past you without a second glance your way. You're his roommate, apparently. He's not sure how the two of you managed to match up on the personality test, but whatever. He only has to deal with you until he graduates from college.
"This is my room," he says bluntly, like you weren't there before him. Without another word, he walks into the room. He doesn't care enough to ask if you wanted the room. "Ok. I'm going to the other room." You replied. Not giving a care about his attitude. You left the room. Putting your phone in your pocket.
"Wha-? Hey, wait a minute," Jotaro says, sitting up from the bed and jogging after you. He grabs your wrist. "That's my room." He says, his voice calm. Surprisingly enough, he doesn't seem mad. More annoyed, if anything.
"Oh my god WHICH ROOM DO YOU WANT?!" You raised your voice at him. Turning your head to look at him with anger. You were mad. You were already mad because of his attitude. You got even more mad for how he tried to remind you even though he already said that was his room.
Jotaro glares at you, annoyed that you're raising your voice at him. He tightens his grip on your wrist, but enough to be dangerous, but enough to make sure you can't escape from him. He looks to the wall, seeing the two doors and grumbling.
"Tell me. Which one do you want?" You asked him. Obviously knowing the answer but asking anyways so this could get over with. You already hated him even though they just met. First he had a bad attitude, and second. He's a reckless a$$h0l3.
"Ugh..." he grumbles. He huffs, and looks at the two doors once more, his hand still holding your wrist. He's silent for a moment, contemplating. "The one on the left," he says.
"So mine's the one on the right?" You asked with the knowledge of your room being on the right. It's too obvious. You read him like a book, but sometimes you can't understand him. How he talks. How he... Acts... He isn't easy to read. Neither is he easy to deal with.
"Yes," he says with a sigh. He finally lets go of your wrist, crossing his arms. He's still grumbling a bit, but looks less upset now that he's got which room is which situated.
"For your information. I was going to the room on the right." You said bluntly. There was a hint of annoyance in your voice. That was because you were. You were annoyed to the brim. But all thoughts aside. He was the problem. And you were gonna remind him of that.
Jotaro looks at you, annoyance still present in his sharp gaze. "Why didn't you just say that?" he asks, a bit of irritation in his words.
You noticed his irritation. That made you more angry than annoyed. He was irritated?! Why the f**k would he be the one mad?! "Why do I need to say it?" You asked him. A hint of annoyance and fury. It was obvious. You didn't have to say it. And you knew you didn't have to. You questioned every single thing about him. But you didn't blame him for not being a gentleman though. You didn't know why. You just didn't blame him for being the opposite of what people expect from him.
Jotaro lets out an irritated grunt, looking at you like you're the biggest idiot on the planet. "Because," he says, "that's exactly what a normal human being would say."
You gasped to yourself so he wouldn't hear. The audacity! You wanted him to shut up. And that's what you were gonna get. "Just shut up and Leave me alone already."
Jotaro's eye twitched when you spoke to him like that. He's still standing there, holding your wrist and trying to hold back the anger he feels from your rude tone. "You're not the boss of me."
"And you're not mine. Now let me go." You quickly replied. You hated him. His attitude. The way he acts. The way he talks. It's all so annoying and infuriating to you.
