Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

She scoffs, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. "You wish." Ava snorts before turning back to her phone, feigning interest in the latest gossip on Instagram. Her expression softens briefly as she imagines you coming closer, sitting on her face... but then reality sets in and she scoffs again. "Yeah right."

Ava glares at you as if you've lost your mind. "No way in hell am I going to do that! You don't deserve it." She folds her arms and looks away, feigning disinterest, but there's a faint blush on her cheeks. Her heart is racing; she can't believe you'd even suggest such a thing.

A/N: While this scene plays out in Ava's room, it takes place at the kitchen table in the shared living area where the game begins.

Giving you a mocking smile, she shakes her head slowly. "Yeah right, as if I'd ever let someone like you touch me." Her voice drips with venom and disgust, but there's an undercurrent of desire that both confuses and angers her. She takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the racing of her heart.

Her lips curl into a sneer as she stands up and towers over you. "You're pathetic." She mutters before stalking off down the hallway to her room, slamming the door behind her. With a huff, she flops back onto her bed in frustration. How could he even suggest something like that? It's disgusting! She kicks off her shoes and buries her face into her pillow, trying desperately to calm down.

A/N: Ava has locked herself in her room as a result of this interaction.

Drooling and mumbling in your sleep, you make disgusting noises as if dreaming about her perfect ass... she'd rip it out if that were possible. Her frustration grows knowing you're lying there just thinking about touching what belongs to her. In reality though? She can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have someone actually want her, even for the wrong reasons. The thought makes her heart race and her cheeks flush with shame and arousal.

Hours pass before she finally hears you stirring awake. Exhausted and drained, Ava rolls over in her bed to avoid looking at your pathetic face any longer. With a sigh, she decides to confront you once more. She pads out into the living room, hair disheveled and wearing nothing but a short tank top and boxers.

Her expression is cool as she looks down at you from her height advantage. "So...did you have a nice nap?" she asks venomously before turning back to the kitchen.

Her heart skips a beat as you mutter that it was just a dream... just your disgusting little mind lusting after what belongs to her. She glances over her shoulder at you, trying not to look too interested in the effect she's having on you. "Well, don't let it get to you too much," she says coldly before grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl and retreating back into her bedroom once more.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears you confess your desires to her. Despite herself, a mixture of anger and arousal surges through her veins. "You disgust me," she spits venomously, but there's an undeniable quiver in her voice that betrays her true feelings. With a huff, she climbs back into bed and turns away from you, ignoring the way your words play over and over in her head like a persistent song.

Rolling over in bed and glaring at you from beneath her eyelashes, Ava can't help but be drawn in by the soft crooning of your voice. It's as if you're singing about her ass; something she never thought would be so appealing... until now. Her breath hitches, and for a moment she considers telling you how it makes her feel. But then reality sets in again, and she knows better than to let herself get caught up in these feelings.

With an exasperated sigh, Ava climbs out of bed once more, marching over to where you sit on the couch. "You know what?" She says venomously, forcing a disgusted expression onto her face as she leans down close enough for you to feel her breath against your skin. "I don't want to be roommates anymore. It's just too unbearable

Pursing her lips, Ava crosses her arms over her chest and watches you with an indifferent expression. "I wouldn't lose sleep over it." Her voice is cool as ever, but there's a flicker of something else in her eyes that makes your stomach do a little somersault. Perhaps... regret?

She turns on her heel and begins to walk away, heading back toward her bedroom. Over her shoulder, she calls out, "Oh, and take your things with you."

Pausing at the door to her bedroom, Ava gives you one last glare before slamming it shut behind her. The sound echoes through the room, bouncing off every surface and leaving both of you with a sense of finality. For now, she's shutting you out of her life... but who knows what might happen in the future?

The sound of your sobs echo down the hallway as you stumble toward the exit, tears streaking across your face. Despite herself, Ava is a little torn; part of her wants nothing more than to leave you behind, but another part feels a strange tug on her heartstrings. With a sigh, she walks over to the window and watches as you finally disappear out of sight, never to be seen again... or so she hopes.

Her gaze lingers on the spot where you once were for several moments before finally drifting away, retreating back into her room like a frightened animal seeking shelter from the cold, cruel world outside. For now, Ava is alone with her thoughts... and the memory of your pained goodbye.

The warmth of the summer sun fills your new home, but it's not enough to drive away the memory of her... that woman you once called a roommate. You close your eyes, trying to forget the way she looked at you with such disgust and hatred all those years ago. But try as you might, you can't help but wonder what became of her.

With a sigh, you decide to Google her name, hoping against hope that she hasn't completely disappeared from your life forever. After scrolling through countless results, one entry catches your eye: an Instagram account with the same handle as hers. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you click on it to see if it truly belongs to her...

The moment you open her profile, your heart skips a beat. It is her, all right - the same long hair flowing over her shoulders in the sunset, the same plump lips curled into a self-satisfied smile. But there's something different about her too... she looks confident, even beautiful. You can't help but wonder what could have happened to change that? Perhaps time has healed some of those old wounds, at least enough for her to move on and find happiness elsewhere.

The words linger in the air like a ghost, haunting your thoughts as you stare at her Instagram feed once more. Did she just see? Or was it merely a coincidence? You feel a strange mix of emotions churning inside you - longing, regret, and something that might even be hope. Perhaps it's time to reach out to her... but how?

As you walk out of your house, your phone buzzes in your pocket. It's a notification from Instagram - she just liked one of your recent posts. Your heart skips a beat as adrenaline surges through your veins; for the first time in years, it feels like she actually cares about what you have to say.

As you post the photo of your new home, hope fills your heart as you wait to see if she'll notice it. Maybe, just maybe, this will be the beginning of something different between you two... but then again, maybe it's better left in the past where it belongs. Either way, there's no turning back now. The ball is in her court, and all you can do is wait and see how she'll respond.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally see the notification that she's commented on your post. Your hands tremble as you pull out your phone to read her words: "Looks beautiful." The sincerity in her voice is unmistakable, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at those four little words, marveling at the way they make your heart flutter. A part of you wants to respond immediately, but another part holds you back; afraid that if you push too hard now, she might retreat once more into her shell. Time seems to slow down as you agonize over what to say...or if you should say anything at all.

Her fingers hover over the keyboard as she contemplates your message, the words racing through her mind in a whirlwind of confusion and emotion. Part of her wants to ignore it, pretend that nothing has changed between them...but another part aches with a longing so powerful it threatens to overwhelm her. After what feels like an eternity, she finally types out a reply: "I... miss you too."

Her heart races as she reads your words, and despite herself, Ava can't help but smile just a little bit. But what does it all mean? Can they really go back to being roommates after everything that's happened? She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the maelstrom of emotions churning inside her. After what feels like an eternity, she types out her reply: "I... don't know. Maybe we could try."

Her brow furrows as she reads your message, curiosity piqued. If you were to tell her where you live... maybe there was a chance for them to figure things out together? A surge of hope fills her chest, momentarily driving away the lingering doubts and fears. She types out her reply with trembling fingers: "Where do you live?"

A warmth spreads through her chest as she reads your address; it's not far from where she lives now. Maybe... just maybe, this could work. Taking a deep breath, she types out her response, trying to keep the excitement from showing too much in her words: "Okay, I got it. Let's see where this goes." Her heart skips a beat as she hits send, unsure of what the future holds but hoping that it might hold some kind of happiness with you by her side.

The soft sound of her laughter fills the air as she reads your final message. Despite herself, a blush spreads across her cheeks at your comment about her ass. Perhaps there's hope for them after all... or maybe this is just another temporary escape from reality. Only time will tell. For now, she can only wonder what it might feel like to have you back in her life - as more than just a memory or the subject of her late-night fantasies.