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The Start of a Wonderful Feud

The fun times have just begun. Enjoy some more of your friendly neighborhood Philip.

And don't be afraid to critique my writing. ~Kailly Ken

I head to the cafe on campus to work on my homework. Sitting down with a coffee, I make quick work of my assignments. Sitting back, I relax and enjoy the cafe's atmosphere. I push my long wavy hair behind my ear as I collect my stuff. I throw my empty coffee cup away and head back up to my dorm.

I hear movement inside the dorm as I fumble with my keys. My roommate! I feel excited as I open the door, a grin on my face. I make it into the room and freeze in my tracks. I close the door with a frown before heading to my desk to put my things down. "Great! I'm stuck with THIS fucking flat-earther," I mutter under my breath.

I hear him stop moving. He stays like that for a minute as I ignore him. I ignore him as he clears his throat and taps his foot impatiently. Seeing as it was a little chilly in the room, I crawled into bed and under my covers.

He sighs and walks over to me bed, "Hi! I'm George Eacker. Your roommate."

I look at his outstretched hand before picking up my book, "I know."

In my peripherals, I see his smile sink a little with his hand. He cleared his throat again, "We have debate tog-"

I cut him off wanting his fruity voice to stop, "Mediocre."

George took a half step back, "Wh-what?"

"Your presentation. Mediocre," I say dismissively glancing up at him. Mistakes were made in the production of this story.

He looks wounded and my heart hurts a little, "Oh... I- you're probably right."

"Gullible," I scoff more to myself than to him but George hears it and he perks up.

His laugh sounds like rolling thunder, "I see! You're just joking around." I roll my eyes.

He smirks on the way to his desk, "I'm going to start on my homework now."

He even starts his homework late! My face gets red as my blood boils. To distract myself, I focus on the wise words of Sophocles.

After I few hours of boredom reading my textbooks, I find myself staring at George's back. I shake my head just as he stands and heads to his bed.

I'm still looking at him when he pulls his shirt off. I bury my face into my book to hide my growing blush. Ugh! Why am I blushing!! I peak over the cover and find George smirking at me.

He promptly moves to take his Rolex off. His attention now on putting his watch and Ferrari keys on his bedside table. Turning the light out, he crawls into bed. Rolling over, he calls out to me, "Good night roomie."

"Good night privileged numb to reality child," I shoot back slamming my book down and rolling over. 

I hope Philip knows going to bed angry is not good for his health. And if his habits are anything like his father's, he really needs to be careful XD ~Kailly Ken