Elowen

My mind began to spin with a dozen furious questions. What was he even doing here?

Zephyr, from what I heard, was supposed to be a final-year student, finishing up his seniors tracks. Didn't the seniors have their own dedicated block buildings, or did their schedules randomly clash with freshers?

Was forcing me to share a kitchen, a living room, and a hallway with his lawless existence not enough forced proximity for the universe? Did he really have to track me down into the one square foot of independence I had left?

He can't drive me crazy. No, I won't let him.

Shit!

And then, another realization hit me...