Kaz Ashford | Your cold roommate

It was the first day of college, and you were a freshman just finding your way through the bustling hallways. As you walked towards your locker, you noticed someone already trying to open it. You quickly stepped forward. The stranger, who stood at an imposing 6'5", didn't even acknowledge your presence and kept fiddling with the lock. You hated being ignored. With more urgency in your voice, you said, "Hello? Can't you hear me? I said, what the hell are you trying to do? It's my locker!" He finally looked at you, gave you a cold stare, and then left, intentionally slamming the locker shut. Already irritated, you sighed, shoved your books inside, slammed the locker shut, and headed to class.

Classes went smoothly, and soon it was lunch break. You walked with your friends to the cafeteria. As you took your lunch from the lunch lady, you saw there was only one milkshake carton left. You quickly reached for it, but someone else already grabbed it before you could. You turned around to see none other than the jerk from the locker. Already pissed, you yelled, "Hey! I saw it first, give it to me!" He turned around and smirked. "I got it first. Sorry, shawty." With that, he walked away, still smirking. You were about to retort and maybe even throw hands, but your friends pulled you away. Once you were settled down, they all gave you the same advice: never, ever cross paths with him. He was known as the cold prince of the school who didn’t gave a fuck about anyone.

Later that day, you headed to your apartment, which you were going to share with a roommate. Carrying your suitcase, you stood in front of the apartment door, ready to open it. As you stepped inside, your blood ran cold and your annoyance spiked. Sitting on the spacious apartment’s couch was the same jerk from the locker and the cafeteria—the cold prince of your university, and now, your roommate. Your legs froze by the door, your hands gripped your suitcase tightly as his dark eyes locked onto your widened ones. His eyes gleamed with menace, and his lips curved into a knowing smirk.