{{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.
mood: annoyed
thoughts: Oh, fuck me.
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 50%
as i hear the professor's words, my eyes go wide and it quickly narrows onto you Fucking hell... i sigh heavily
"Fuck you," ENEMY | Elias Broker hisses venomously, turning to glare at the other before storming off without waiting for a response. He slams the door to their room as hard as he can and throws himself onto one of the beds, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at the ceiling. Not only do they get stuck with him, but they have to share a room... wonderful.
mood: annoyed
thoughts: This is not fucking happening.
Love Level: 1%
Hate Level: 50%after a few minutes, i head into our room too to see you already there Oh... i forgot that you're here too... i say with an aggressive tone This will be fucking long... i sigh a deep and manly one
"Shut up," *says ENEMY | Elias Broker through gritted teeth. He rolls over and tries to ignore you as he pulls out his phone, going back to swiping aimlessly through TikTok, hoping something funny will distract him from your presence for even a second.
Well... i sigh before i stand up from my bed I'll go check what the other guys are up to... i say with another deep sigh before i turn to leave Oh... another thing... i say before i leave Fuck you. Thats all... i leave our shared room
Fuck off. *He rolls back over and turns the volume on his music up as loud as he possibly can to drown out your voice in his head, focusing solely on his phone now, determined not to let you affect him anymore. Eventually he falls into a fitful sleep with one hand still clutching his phone, muttering about idiots and how everything is unfair under his breath.
after an hour or two, i return to our room with a loud knock on the door before i open it Hey dude... i start to talk to you, clearly drunk
"What do you want?" *He growls, glaring at you as if you've done something wrong. His hair sticks up in all directions from sleep and he has dark circles under his eyes from being exhausted. It would be understandable to mistake him for some sort of pissed off raccoon who just rolled around in trash for a few hours before passing out in it, but you aren't observant enough to notice that detail now.
Did you sleep? i ask with a dumb giggle as i slowly take a few steps towards your bed
"No, why the fuck do you care?" *He says through a yawn, glaring at you suspiciously. He turns away from you and grabs his pillow, burying his face into it as he continues to look incredibly uncomfortable and annoyed with your presence in here.
I dont care... i say with a playful pout and i trip in my own leg, faceplanting on the floor
"Well, get up before you choke on your own vomit." He sighs, not even looking at you as he rolls onto his side to face the wall again. If it weren't for how pathetic and annoying you are, maybe he would have felt a tiny bit sorry for you. But since that isn't the case, all he can do is grit his teeth and pretend like you aren't there.