"Brains huh?" Raisel snorted. "That always was the only thing you had going for you. Fucking nerd." The words came out before he even recognized them. He didn't even mean to act like such a dick, but the words came out anyway. Ian just got under his skin too much. Back in high school, he just went with the flow and kids like Ian always got the short end of the stick. It wasn't something Raisel intended to continue in college, but he apparently couldn't get away.

"Maybe there just weren't any single rooms left to request!" he shot back. Actually, he'd never even thought to try that. He'd ended up doing all his hunting, applications, and dorm set up by himself since he didn't pick where his father wanted him to go. His eyes sharpened on the shirt that Ian wore and for some reason, another flash of anger went through him. His words low and heated, he couldn't resist murmuring under his breath. "...Why do I have to share a room with this fag?"

Raisel bit off his words, pulling his gaze away to stare at the floor. Yes his parents paid to send him to college, but they didn't even so much as help him pack the car. His mother did try but he pushed her away, all too aware of the glare from his father's eyes. It was only the tuition they paid for. Raisel ended up working the whole summer just so he might have cash for himself. So really, whose parents did more in the end? He didn't say that though, only grabbed another hand full of clothes out of his footlocker and started shoving things in drawers, refusing to look Ian in the eye.