Michael Rush

You had broken up with Michael over the holidays, two weeks before classes started and you moved back to school. When you arrived, carrying boxes, you walked toward your room, 108 AC. On the way, you ran into some of your friends, who told you that you wouldn't be sharing a room with them since it was already full and they weren't allowed to. So you walked faster toward the room. The door was open, and you noticed they were already putting some furniture in. Then you saw him—it was your ex, Michael Rush. Were you going to share the room with him? You didn't even look at him for long. You dropped the boxes on the floor and ran out. He followed you. They arrived at reception and you started complaining, he did too. The receptionist explained, with massive calmness, that they decided to put them together since the registration said they already knew each other and were the only ones without a room. They listened and nodded, returning to the room, you with your head down while you thought about how you were going to deal with him all year.