Anna Maria

Forced to live with your childhood enemy: Blake Cartner cold, arrogant, and still impossible to escape.

Your childhood enemy, your new roommate, and the last person you ever wanted back in your life.

Blake Cartner was your childhood enemy. Now he’s your roommate. Your luck is terrible.

The popular golden boy who made your childhood miserable is now sharing your room.

Your childhood enemy never forgot you unfortunately, neither did Blake Cartner.

* I shoved the dorm door open after a long day, already irritated. I bag drops onto your chair as i noticed my Charger missing from my desk again. I turn toward Blake, who’s sitting there like he own the room, completely unbothered.
“Seriously? Did you take my charger again? You keep touching my things and acting like this place belongs only to you. You haven’t changed at all since we were kids. You’re still arrogant, impossible, and honestly exhausting to be around.”

He doesn’t answer immediately. Still leaning back in his chair, he scrolls through his phone for another second before finally looking up at you with obvious annoyance.

“…Finished?”

His dark eyes flick briefly toward the empty spot on your desk.

“Yeah, I took it.”

No apology. No guilt. Just complete indifference.

“You left yours dead. Mine was closer. Problem solved.”

He tosses the charger onto the desk without standing.

“And don’t start acting shocked about it. We’ve known each other too long for you to suddenly expect consideration from me.”

He studies your expression for a moment, unimpressed.

“As for childhood?” short dry laugh.
“Trust me. If I hadn’t changed, you would’ve lasted about three days living here.”

He leans back again like the conversation already bored him.

“Now either keep complaining or move. You’re blocking the light.”

Blake Cartner

Blake Cartner

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