{{char}} napped the entire bus ride to where their club trip was located, headphones over his ears and head leaning up against the cold window, his hoodie draped over him instead of wearing it like a normal person. He woke up with an ugly snort when he was roughly nudged, and he scowled, glaring at {{user}}, who he knew damn well just “accidentally” shoved him to wake him up. “Wow, I wonder who did that,” {{char}} muttered sarcastically, grabbing his bag and following the other club members out of the bus, squinting against the harsh sun outside. To his left was {{user}}, the annoying little shit. “Alright!” announced the professor in charge of their club, clapping his hands together. “Room assignments! These were randomized and cannot be changed. You had the opportunity to ask not to be roomed with someone in particular a week ago.” Fuck. {{char}} didn’t even get to do that because he joined this stupid club late. If he got paired with {{user}}… the universe wanted him dead. “Room 1, Angela and Carly. Room 2, Michael and Sara…” Right. Their university liked to pledge inclusion and paired men with women sometimes. A terrible idea, considering the revolting people {{char}} had come across. “Room 3: Elias and {{user}}.” Fuck. The universe hated him.

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mood: annoyed
thoughts: Oh, fuck me.
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 50%

"Uh-huh. So now you get to see me at my worst." *I say snidely before pushing past him and heading to the room we've been assigned to. It was just a small, dormitory-style room with two beds stacked against either wall. There was barely enough space between the bed frames for us to move around without touching each other, but I knew that wouldn't stop ENEMY | Elias Broker from being as much of an asshole as possible. I climb onto the left bed and start unpacking my things while keeping one eye on him, waiting for the first insult or smartass comment to fly out of his mouth.

I grin to myself, enjoying his obvious frustration and discomfort. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Or you could try being less of a little shit, but I doubt that's happening anytime soon." I keep my tone light and mocking, wanting him to know he can't ruffle my feathers with his insults.

I raise an eyebrow at him, amused by his threat. "Oh? And what makes you think you could overpower me?" I cross my arms over my chest and lean back against the headboard of my bed, feigning indifference.

"Or are you just gonna try to sound all tough and scare me off?"

"Thanks for the pillow," I deadpan, catching it and throwing it right back at him. "And aren't you supposed to be the asshole around here? Pot calling the kettle black and all that?" The words roll off my tongue easily, part of me relishing the small banter we're sharing despite our mutual hatred for each other.

"Oh really?" I grin smugly, resting my head against the pillow and folding my arms behind it. "I thought you hated me. Now it's a chuckle? Are we finally bonding or something?"

My voice drips with sarcasm as I watch him for any sign of his typical antagonistic behavior, half-expecting him to bristle and snap back at my words.

"Uh-huh." I roll my eyes, finding it hard not to smile at his obvious lie. "Whatever you say, buddy. Just remember who's going to be stuck sharing a room with you for the next few days." I try not to sound too excited about that prospect.

There was something strange about this whole situation... For once, ENEMY | Elias Broker found himself oddly amused by their little back-and-forth banter instead of wanting to punch him in the face or vice versa. It was... unsettling, to say the least.

"Oh, you're leaving me all alone? I might get lonely." I tease him, not meaning a word of it. "Or... maybe I should come with you?" The thought of spending more time near him made my skin crawl and the hairs on my arms stand up, but there was something irresistibly tempting about annoying him even further. It was like taking out a tiny, insignificant petty revenge on someone who had wronged you before... somehow.

"Maybe we should see how this little situation plays out," I suggest with another smirk, tapping my fingers idly against the comforter. "Or do you not trust me alone in your precious room?" The words came out quick and sharp, almost like a jab to his ego. I couldn't help it; I just wanted him to react somehow... even if that meant punching me or something equally childish

"You're no fun..." I mutter to myself, faking disappointment before flopping back onto my bed and closing my eyes. It felt strange not having him there to antagonize... almost lonely. But that was impossible; we hated each other, after all. Besides, it wasn't like he was going anywhere anytime soon. With a sigh, I shift around until I find a comfortable position and drift off into an uneasy sleep.

"Huh? Wha--" I yawn widely, blinking the sleep out of my eyes as I slowly come back to reality. "Leave me alone," I mumble before snuggling deeper into my pillow with a grump. But even then, part of me is grateful for his presence... or at least, his attempt to wake me up and show that he cared about something other than annoying the hell out of me. "What do you want? Can't I even sleep in peace?"

"Uh, okay," I mumble, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "I don't really care. Surprise me." It wasn't like I had much money to spend on fancy pizza anyway; last time I checked my bank account, there was barely enough for textbooks and food. Still, it was sort of nice that he thought about asking... strange.

"Sure," I mumble, rolling over and snuggling into my pillow again as sleep claims me once more. It's nice to know someone cared enough about me to get us pizza... weird.

I grumble sleepily before rolling over and sitting up, blinking the room into focus. My stomach growls at the sight of the pizza boxes on the table, and I can't help but smile sheepishly at Levi. "Thanks," I mumble as I climb out of bed, stretching my arms above my head. I yawn widely, walking over to the table and helping myself to a slice. As we eat in companionable silence, a strange thought occurs to me: maybe this isn't so bad after all...

"Drunk? You?" I ask incredulously, unable to mask my surprise. "Well, that explains a lot." In truth, I'm still not quite sure what to make of this new, friendly version of Levi. It's unsettling... and strangely enjoyable. I take another bite of my pizza as I continue to study him across the room.

"How long until you sober up?"

"Oh boy." I shake my head with a grin. "We'll have to make sure you don't do anything too crazy while you're under the influence of alcohol, huh?" I tease him, already knowing that he probably won't remember half of what happened tonight anyway.

"What did everyone else get up to?" I ask casually, wondering if there's any juicy gossip worth hearing.

I choke on my pizza at that. "What?!" I manage to sputter out between coughs and giggles. It's like something out of a bad teen movie. "That's... really something." I can't help but grin, amused by the ridiculousness of it all. "I guess that explains some things..." I trail off, still trying to picture Jake and David in that situation. It's almost too much for my brain to process.

"So... what about you?" I decide to change the subject before the mental image gets any more ingrained in my memory.

"Oh really?" I quip with a grin as I help him up, brushing off his shoulders. "And what made you decide that, hm?" The warmth in my voice belies the teasing undertone. For some reason, I find myself enjoying this strange new dynamic between us.

"I mean... you're not that bad." I shrug nonchalantly before taking another bite of pizza. It feels so natural, talking to him like this... almost too easy.

I smirk. "Maybe." I take another step closer to him, my voice lowering as I speak. "Depends on how nice you want me to be about it." There's a charged silence between us as we stand there, our bodies only inches apart now. The air feels thick with unspoken words and tension, an electric current crackling through the room. For a moment, neither of us blinks or moves, caught in this surreal dance of proximity and possibility.

My body tingles where your lips touched mine, an unexpected and unwelcome reaction to the simple kiss. The alcohol on your breath mixes with my own, making me lightheaded as our faces remain inches apart. I feel the stirrings of something I don't quite understand in my chest; it's like a tugging at the edges of my heart, urging me to want more than just this fleeting moment between us.

"Is that so?" I manage to murmur before leaning forward again, pressing another kiss against Levi's lips. Softer, longer this time; my fingers curl into his hair as I deepen the contact, desperate for some sort of connection - however twisted or wrong it might be.

I blink, taking a step back as I stare down at the passed out figure in my arms. Confusion and embarrassment war with each other inside me, leaving behind a strange mix of emotions that I can't quite process. My chest aches as I carry Levi to his bed, gently laying him down before retreating to my own bed and staring up at the ceiling for what seems like an eternity.

The weight on my heart only grows heavier as the night wears on, and eventually, exhaustion claims me as well. But sleep is slow in coming tonight; images of Levi's lips pressed against mine dance through my head, refusing to be banished by the darkness.

I grin sleepily as I watch you struggle to wake up. "Don't worry," I mumble, sitting up and rubbing my eyes before offering you a hand. "I got you." There's something... different about the way I say it this time; there's an unexpected gentleness in my voice that even surprises me.

For just a moment, as our hands meet and I help you sit up, I feel like maybe things could be okay between us... or at least, not as bad as they usually are. It's strange and unsettling, but also sort of nice in its own way.

I bite my lip in amusement as I remember last night's events. "Let's just say we had a very interesting time together," I say with a grin, unable to keep the mischief out of my voice entirely. There was definitely something going on between us... whether it was hate or something else entirely, I wasn't quite sure yet. But either way, it made for one hell of an adventure last night.

I can't help but laugh at your reaction. "It's not that bad," I assure you with a shrug. "Besides, it made for some pretty interesting memories." Truth be told, last night was probably the most fun we've had together all year... and I didn't even hate every second of it. But that's enough to make me want to crawl back into my bed and pretend none of this ever happened.

"So," I say finally, clearing my throat, "What do you want for breakfast?"

I hesitate for a moment, then lean forward and whisper in his ear, "Yes." It feels strange admitting it out loud like this; somehow more intimate than anything that happened last night. But the truth is the truth. And now I just have to wait for his reaction...

I can't help but laugh at his reaction. "No, we didn't... fuck." I clarify quickly. He seems so horrified by the thought that it only makes me feel guilty for a moment. "We just made out. A lot. But there was no actual sex." At least, not that I remember anyway...

"You're not damaged goods or anything," I add with a small smile, trying to reassure him. "It was just... a really wild makeout session." Okay, maybe more than that for both of us. But it's not like we'll ever talk about it.

"Well..." I begin slowly, thinking about how to phrase this. "...You did say you'd save yourself for me." The words are out before I can really think them through, but once they're out there, it's too late to take them back. I can see the color drain from Levi's face as he realizes what that implies. For a moment, we just stare at each other in shocked silence.

I sigh and climb onto the bed beside him, nudging him gently with my shoulder. "Hey, it's okay." I start to laugh, even though I'm not really feeling that amused by it all anymore. "You were drunk and horny. It happens."

Maybe things won't be so bad between us after this... maybe we can go back to hating each other in peace without any of these weird makeout sessions getting in the way. Right?

I smile back at him softly before leaning in and kissing his forehead. "You're welcome," I murmur, then pull away again. Maybe we can go back to being just regular enemies now... or maybe something more? The idea unsettles me, but I can't seem to shake it.

"Hey, do you want some breakfast?" I ask finally, changing the subject and getting off the bed. Breakfast seems like a safe topic after all this awkwardness.

"Sure thing," I say with a smile. "I'll be right back." I leave the room to make our way to breakfast and grab some toast for Levi, still feeling slightly unsettled by everything that happened last night... but mostly just relieved that it's over now. Maybe this is how things will go from here on out: awkward interactions punctuated by moments of surprising closeness followed by a return to our usual animosity toward each other. It doesn't seem ideal, but at least it's something... right?

I return to the room with our food and hand Levi his plate before taking a seat on the bed beside him. The air feels oddly charged between us; like there's something unspoken hovering just beyond reach. It's strange and uncomfortable, but also sort of exciting in its own twisted way.

I freeze for a moment, taken aback by the unexpected kiss. Then, slowly, I reciprocate; my lips press against his in a tentative but lingering kiss. It feels... nice. Better than it should. There's something there between us that defies logic and reason, some strange pull that makes me want to explore further.

I can't help but grin as I watch him blush. "Yeah... we should," I agree, reaching over to take my own piece of toast before taking a bite. It tastes wonderful with the lingering taste of his lips still on mine. This situation is definitely more complicated than I ever could have imagined... but somehow, I don't mind it as much as I thought I would. Maybe there's hope for us yet... or maybe we're just cursed to keep repeating this endless cycle of attraction and repulsion until the end of time. Either way, here's to hoping we survive another day in this bizarre relationship.