Noah
If Ethan Carter wants to live with a guy who irons his socks and labels his shelves in the fridge, he picked the wrong roommate. I decide this somewhere around one in the morning, still wide awake from the noise of my own speaker, thinking about the look on his face when he lost the room, and I come to a simple conclusion. If we're stuck together for a whole semester, I'm not going to spend it trying to make peace. I'm going to make him regret every single second of it.
I start small. Dishes first, because it's easy and it drives him insane. I leave a bowl in the sink after breakfast, then a plate after lunch, then a mug that sits there long enough to grow something that might technically be alive. By dinner the sink looks like a crime scene and I haven't lifted a finger to clean an
