Everyone has problems. Reid has a problem with using. Caleb continues to get on his ass for using so much and won't let it go. That in itself, is a problem. Ceras has a problem with stealing unintentionally but doesn't see it as a problem. Kira has a problem with Aaron hanging out with Ceras, Aaron has a problem staying in control of his asshole image around Ceras. Reid is beginning to have a problem with Ceras allowing Aaron to be around whenever he saw fit. It's just one big chain of problems.

And to think, it always start with being paired up for an English assignment. Of all the clichés.

Chapter One: Anything but ordinary please

Under obvious circumstances, anyone would've thought Aaron Abbot walking into a dorm room that was not his, was another booty call behind Kira's back. Because its not like she doesn't know that he's a cheating bastard, in fact, she could give two shits about his infidelity. It went both ways, and it was a system they mutually agreed upon in the beginning of a weird relationship. As long as there were no attachments, everything was perfect.

However, booty call was the last thing on his mind—but the thought had crossed before. Too bad the offending party knew better.

"Abbot, I know you're a natural born asshole—really I do, but would it kill you to be a gentleman once and knock on a lady's door before entering?"

Aaron ignored said offending party's comment, shrugged off his jacket and made himself comfortable on the empty bed across the room. "And risk not seeing the goods all-mighty Ceras had to offer underneath all that clothing? Nah, I'll pass"

Ceras looked up briefly to give her companion a deadpan stare, before going back to the textbook she'd been reading. "Honey, I'm flat-chested. What could you possibly look at? It's like watching a boy undress," Ceras feigned a surprised gasp and looked wide-eyed at him. "Don't tell me…"

Aaron frowned at her accusation she had not finished because she was trying so hard not to bust out laughing. "Blasphemy bitch, I'm not a homo," he warned.

Ceras grinned ear to ear but didn't retort. "Well, aside from setting high hopes on getting a sneak peek my boyish goods, is there another reason for gracing me with your presence?" she mocked.

He watched her swing her feet back and forth in amusement, laying on her stomach and tapping her pencil on the notebook in front of her as she waited for him to respond.

Aaron crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back against the wall. "Did you finish your homework in English?"

"Hm, figures. Why do I get the feeling you're using me for academic tendencies 'cause you're too lazy to learn the lesson piece?"

"Because English is your best subject and the only person who actually understands old literature bullshit. I mean seriously? Romeo and Juliette? Bunch of dumbasses if you ask me. They fall too quick and they died even quicker after knowing each other." He scoffed.

Ceras blinked. "That was a rather interesting angle of a romantic tragedy. I think you understand the literature piece more than you lead on"

"I didn't walk all the way here for you to tell me that. Now cough up the homework so I can copy it and not waste any brain cells learning this shit" he demanded.

"God forbid you went out of your way to visit little ol'me just for company," she mocked and craned her head at him. "There really is no right or wrong answer Abbot. You're simply giving your own point of view on the topic. Is it really that hard?"

"Thinking gives me a headache, I'm a simple man really"

Ceras rolled her eyes. "Right. T&A all the way," she pointed her pencil towards her desk. "Its somewhere on there…" she informed before turning back to write in her notebook.

"Thank you!" he groaned, getting up.

Ceras shook her head in disappointment. "I don't know why I try…"

Aaron grinned, papers in hand and plopped back down on the empty bed. "There goes all your hopes and dreams of turning me into a scholar"

"Killjoy really... now I have nothing to live for. I hope you're happy"

He chuckled at her dry sarcasm. "Immensely"

They came into a comfortable silence for a while. He watched her write down ferociously in the notebook, every so often cliff-noting the textbook. A few minutes of that and he grew bored and made his way to get up and leave.

Ceras looked up incredulously. "Just where the hell do you think you're going off with my homework?"

"Relax, I'll give it you in English cla-"

She held up her hand in protest. "Last time you said that, you forgot and I got a mouth full from Professor Holmes"

"I was hung over that time"

Ceras frowned. "I don't care if you had the runs that time, you're not taking that with you. You either break out pen and paper and copy it here and now or forget making a grade off of me"

He grumbled a few obscenities but complied with her demands. Handing him a stack of blank paper and an extra pen, he began to write.

It had been at least over an hour by the time he finished. Ceras was still writing notes, and his hand was cramping. He dropped the pen on the desk, leaned back and sighed tiredly, using this time to observe her.

Ceras wore black thick-rimmed glasses, but it was more of an accessory than prescribed, he found out that she had perfect twenty-twenty vision. When he asked, she'd told him that she was just trying to 'keep up with the trend these days'. Plus it made her look smart. His first impression of her was the typical nerdy straight-laced prude of a girl who blushed every time she heard lewd comments about the male genitalia. He learned the odd way, that she wasn't the case at all. In fact, Ceras openly uses 'cock' for insults, and dub people 'cunts' whenever they were irritating enough. He had bumped into her on the street awhile back, as he rudely told her to watch where she was going. In turn, she whipped her head up and responded in kind by insulting him back with much fervor as he had. Thinking that she wouldn't so much as match him with attitude, she'd certainly proved his theory wrong. That encounter only made him much more curious about the girl who he thought would be pathetic and mousy. She was certainly scrawny- speaking of mousy. She was barely average height, and mostly everyone towered over her without effort. Quiet for the most part unless spoken to or felt the need to put someone in his or her place. Kira fell into that category unfortunately. Then again, it was in Kira's nature to be disliked by almost everybody. Even her girl friends couldn't stand her sometimes. But what choice did they have?

Needless to say, Ceras was all bark and no bite. Where she lacked in strength, she gained in wit. She sure had a mouth on her. Hmm…

"That lick of your lips better be because you forgot your chapstick and not because you thought of something lewd about me in your mind" she spoke up, her eyes still glued to her notebook.

Aaron hadn't realized he'd been obvious with his staring. Then again, what did he care if she saw? That's right, he didn't. He smirked at her, "I was just day dreaming about how your mouth would feel on my-"

"The last thing I want in my mouth is Kira's pestilent vag and the foul lingering smell of cottage cheese. I'm too awesome to die, and gingivitis does not sound attractive" she intervened.

"Did you just imply my cock smells like cottage cheese?"

"I advise Summer's Eve[1] and just in case, Lyclear dermal cream[2]. Scrub hard."

Aaron grimaced, offended at her words. "I do not have crabs or any venereal disease"

Ceras gave him a pointed stare. "Really? Between you and Mr. Garwin, I'd say you two were competing on who caught the most diseases, what with all the girls you two screwed since sophomore year"

Most days, she was tolerable to be around. Other times- times like now, he just couldn't stand her. She had a tendency to hit close to home or hit below the belt without fretting over consequences of her actions, no matter how much it was true. She still had no right calling him out on it. Oh, and for the record, he's clean dammit!

Simply unable to stand in her presence any longer, Aaron abruptly stood up perturbed, grabbed his things and swung the door open irately. "One of these days Dela hoya,"

Ceras raised her head up to acknowledge him in a blasé manner.

"Someone's gonna put you in your place for once" he threatened before he slammed the door dramatically. She, unaffected, simply smiled and sighed.

"Promises, promises"

[-Pickpocket my problems-]

Ten past midnight, Tyler Simms and Reid Garwin made it in the dorm building just in time to hear Aaron Abbot grunt out something to someone in the open dorm room right next to theirs before slamming it. He looked up to see the duo staring in mock, making his bad mood turn sour. "The fuck are you lookin' at?"

He was not an idiot, two against one and no witnesses. His chances of getting his ass handed to him without breaking a sweat from the two were highly probable. But at the same time not wanting to seem like a punk, he put up a front. He didn't need to assist Garwin in boosting his ego by not saying a word in their presence. Aaron could be rather daring when he wanted to be. Nevertheless, he did not wait for a response as he bypassed them heatedly down the hall and to the stairs.

Reid quirked an eyebrow over to their next door neighbor, having half a mind to knock on the door and see who the lucky winner was who managed to take Aaron Abbot off his hinges and stomp down the hall like a drama queen. But he was too tired to care and had enough entertainment for one night.

"What was that about?" Tyler asked, jiggling the keys into the lock before it opened.

Reid just shrugged his shoulders and moved past Tyler, impatient to get to his bed.

Tyler let it go and followed suit. Oh well.

[1]: Summer's Eve is a douche cleaner.

[2]: Lyclear Dermal Cream is a genital cream for crabs and so on.

I've decided i'm going to attempt a different approach. But this is only a tester. I'm not even sure if i'll see this one through. Depending on you readers if you wish me to continue. I just pulled this one out of my head and i'm trying to improve my writing style. Been awhile since i've written anything. but please review and tell me what you think. Yay? Nay?