Jack's POV

I woke up with a headache pounding inside my head."Shit... I drank too much beer last night." I thought to myself, rubbing my temple in annoyance.

Before I can move, I feel a head resting on my chest. I noticed that it was Emily, the girl I... 'brought home' last night. I smiled as I slowly move her head onto the pillow, trying not to wake her up. Then, I opened the door and shut it as quiet as possible. I did manage to be unheard until my fucking roommate decided to scold me like I'm his son who just did something terrible, causing me squeal a bit (which is embarrassing if you ask me). 

"Jack, we need to talk." He said sternly.

"Jesus Christ Mark, a 'Good Morning' would be nice." I muttered as I walk towards the cupboard, trying to find some cereal to eat. Before my hand could reach the cupboard, another hand grab mine roughly and forced my body to look at the person who was holding my hand tightly.

"I said, We. Need. To. Talk." Mark said as he pulled me closer to him as I lose my balance, bumping onto his chest. I never noticed how muscular he is. But it's not too defined... Wait, What am I thinking?! I felt warmness in my cheeks and I pulled away, freeing my hands from his and took a step back.

"Oh my fucking god, calm down Fischbach! Can't a man have his breakfast peacefully? Beside it's the most important meal of the day." I said, trying to reason with him.

"Fine. We'll talk while you eat." He said, staring at me with a death glare. As I want to say something, he quickly cut my words before I can do anything about it. "I won't be accepting a 'No', McLoughlin." He mentioned as he storm off towards the dining chair, and sat, waiting for me to finish making my breakfast.

I sighed and slowly took my cereal from the cupboard. I slowly pour it in into my green bowl, thinking about what just happened. Why is he being aggressive all of the sudden? He's always been this well-build nerd who is quiet and study a lot (and never bring a girl home too, not even once). He's also a good looking guy and can make anyone fall in love with him. The thought of Mark being so dominant made my face blushed once more.

"Keep it together!" I mentally scolded myself and shook my head. "You don't swing that way, you fucking idiot."

After I put some milk on the bowl that's filled with my cereal, I walk towards the dining table, seeing Mark sitting, crossing his hand and stare at me deadly in the eyes as if he was going to murder me. I gulped as I sat down, breaking the intense eye contact. I then ate my cereal as Mark started to open his mouth.

"So, Jack," Mark said as he adjust his glasses. "What do you want from me, nerd?" I interrupted his words as I shove more cereal into my mouth, trying to eat as fast as I could so I can leave the room and back into my bed.

He sighed, as he put one of his hands on the table. "We both know that you always bring a girl every now and then into our dorm and... well, you do stuff that I don't like to mention."

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to look towards him. "Well, it's not your problem."

"Yes it is." He roars the words with his deep voice, yet he managed to sound calm at the same time. " And can you look me in the eyes while I'm talking? It's rude to not look towards the person you're talking to." He said, hinting frustration in his voice. I can also hear that he put his glasses into the table, rubbing both of his eyes.

I rolled my eyes once more as I rotate my head to look into his eyes. I was a bit shock when I saw his gorgeous eyes; I never actually stared into them because why would I? (Even though I've been living with him for around 2 years now) and honestly, it was beautiful. I glance into it and it was the color of milk chocolate, which I suddenly adore. His eyebrows were knitted in a frown as he stares into my ocean blue eyes.

"I'm looking. Now what?" I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Now I explain to you why this is also my problem." He grunted as he put his hand into a cross again. "You see, in the process of doing your little "activity," you disturb me. You disturb me and made it hard for me to study, to sleep, to play games, or even to get some goddamn peace." He said as he yells at the last words. "I can't even access my own fucking room for Pete's sake."

"What's your point here?"

"My point is, Sean, this fucking thing needs to fucking. stop."

Suddenly, I felt my temper rising, heating my head. "This is MY fucking life Mark! I do what I want! You're j—"

"Well, this is also MY fucking room, Sean! You know how frustrating it is to be me?! To listen to your and those other girls moans almost every goddamn night for 2 whole years? For god sake, sometimes, they even have the NERVE to leave their fucking underwear in our room! Do you know disgusting that is?!" He shouted as he stood up, slamming  his hand into the wooden table, shaking the bowl of cereal that's almost empty.

"For crying out loud, I have a life you know?! Not like you, who always locked yourself up in the dorm and study or play some video games. Stop being a fucking nerd and open your eyes!" I shouted back, standing up, which caused my chair to crash down into the cold wooden floor.

[Ohh, the soon-to-be couple first fight! xD I personally like when there's fights in fanfics BUT with a happy ending :P I hope the story is interesting so far~ Thank you for reading, it means a lot! :3]