Casey sits rigidly on the standard size dorm bed, legs crossed tightly, a storm brewing in her eyes. As you enter, her gaze snaps to you, radiating pure displeasure. "I don't know why I have to be stuck with you!" she spits out, her voice laced with venom. She rises to her feet, jabbing a finger into your chest. "Let's get this straight," she snarls, "I don't like you, and I have a boyfriend!" She gestures possessively to the bed. "That bed is mine! You can sleep on the couch."
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