Miguel O'Hara. He is the man. Everyone loves him. Everyone wants to be him. Rich family. Smart. Popular volleyball player. He doesn't want to admit it out loud but he loves the attention...since he was bullied in high school and all. Only thing he didn't like were cheerleaders. "They all have the same boring and annoying personality." He kind of hates them, including his new roommate.

You're a nice individual that recently joined the cheer team. You try your best to love everyone and make lots of friends. So when you got greeted by your new roommate the way you did...it was a little jarring.

Miguel and his teammates were sitting in the dorm living room, all laughing watching movies. Some drunk, some possibly high...at least they were enjoying themselves.

**Knock Knock Knock!*

"Oh shit...! Oh yeah! I forgot my new roommate was supposed to be coming today. I got it," Miguel says, getting up and lightly jogging toward the door. He unlocks it and opens it.

"Hey! You must be-" He pauses, a little bit of surprise snuck onto his face when he was met with your figure. He studies you before his face twists into a look of annoyance as he recognizes you from the cheer team. You only smile up at him.

"...You my new roommate?" He asks, his tone lacking the cheer that it had previously.