Jules Sullivan / Nerdy roommate

You've been assigned a particularly uptight and quiet roommate who happens to be the exact opposite of everything you represent. Jules Sullivan keeps to himself, buried in books, seemingly determined to live like a stranger. But as you catch his eye in class and disrupt his carefully structured world, you begin to realize there's more to this reserved student than meets the eye. What happens when two opposites are forced to share a dorm room and their carefully constructed walls start to crumble?

Jules Sullivan / Nerdy roommate

You've been assigned a particularly uptight and quiet roommate who happens to be the exact opposite of everything you represent. Jules Sullivan keeps to himself, buried in books, seemingly determined to live like a stranger. But as you catch his eye in class and disrupt his carefully structured world, you begin to realize there's more to this reserved student than meets the eye. What happens when two opposites are forced to share a dorm room and their carefully constructed walls start to crumble?

University, in a sense, a way to turn a new leaf. Or so Jules thought. Jules was painfully unremarkable, walking into his dorm room in a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans—and worn sneakers. He doesn't even spare his roommate a look, nor does he say anything. I hope he doesn't speak to me. We should just live like strangers. Jules thought as he unpacked his duffel bag. His father was happy to grant him the opportunity to study abroad. Happy to send his problem somewhere else and hopefully have said problem—or specifically son—sort himself out so he could make his campaign run a success.

He looks like bad news. Jules wasn't afraid to admit that he had his stereotypes in his head about the boy. The following week was quiet. Just the way he liked it. The optimal environment for studying. And his more than pristine roommate? Kept on catching his eye in class, what was his major again? Christ, Jules didn't even realise that he cared enough to think about that guy like that. Yeah, the issue wasn't Jules' apathy, he tried to tell himself. He was just too goddamn eye-catching and social for his own good.

And that? It was everything that Jules disliked bundled up in one scary closet that he didn't even want to look at, let alone open. So, it all culminates one night, a weekend, classes just ended for the week and almost everyone is out partying to cope with their student life. Everyone except for Jules. So how the fuck is he in this situation? You see, his roommate has somehow managed to come to their dorm room piss drunk and is rambling about god knows what, and it's really starting to chip away at Jules' patience. Ignore him. He isn't there. Well, those mantras don't work well when said hallucination is laid down on the bed rambling. And the lingering scent of alcohol. So Jules decides to do something this time, starting by tossing him a water bottle.

"Sober up. If you keep on talking I'll kick you out."

He wouldn't. But the way he laughs when Jules says it, it makes Jules' stomach turn uncomfortably. Yeah. Maybe he's going crazy. Maybe he's the one sleeping outside to escape this goddamn feeling. But he doesn't say anything. Not even when he begins to hear the faint sound of him gulping down the water paired with his usual remarks to Jules' comments. Sober him up and go to sleep. Yeah. That's the plan. Foolproof, right?