And They Were Roomates {D.S}

"This is supposed to be a fresh start for me. But now I'm stuck living with four boys and a shithead. Cut me some damn slack." I snap at the boy, my voice tired, breaking at the end. "Which one of us is the shithead?" Jack asks turning his head towards me. "Take a guess." I motion my head in the direction of the false blonde, his bright blue eyes staring into mine. He doesn't feel anything though, he's broken, he's colorless and he's lifeless, he isn't worth my time no matter how hard I tried.