Atlas ||enemies with benefits?||

Your second year of collage. It was a struggle, and sometimes you just needed...a little release, so you didn't explode. Turns out, someone else needed a release as well. Going to the same Highschool growing up, hating one another because it was an easier reality to face than liking one another.

Getting into the same college, Atlas teased you relentlessly your first several weeks, making life a living hell. Not too soon later, you got back at him, posting his Middle School picture on the wall.

He ended up getting mad, pushing you into a wall...and things made its way later on.

Whenever one is overly emotional, they take it out on the other, no feelings involved...right?

You were walking through campus, heading back to your dorm after a long, frustrating day of classes, when you look down, a new text popping up.

'Atlas: Meet me in the men's bathroom, Floor Three.'