Adrian gathered up all the dirty clothes on the floor—the piles of clothing that had been growing for the past three weeks—and dropped them on his roommate's bed. More specifically, on top of his roommate, who was lying on the bed and dicking around on his phone.

"Gah!" Trevor thrashed his way out of the pile of clothes. "What the fuck was that for?!"

"If you don't want to sleep in dirty clothes, then I suggest you make use of the laundry room," Adrian said serenely. "I would appreciate not having to dodge your crusty boxers while I'm studying."

"Oh, fuck you, you pretentious asshole."

"Only in your dreams, Belmont," Adrian responded, leaving Trevor sputtering in indignation.