Already in a foul mood, Marcus slammed things into their drawers as he finished unpacking. Standing in the middle of the empty room, he pushed both his large hands through his messed up brown hair and glared at the empty bed in the room. He had to share with another person. In the four years he'd been at that school, he had never shared a room, and Marcus liked it that way. 'No, I need it that way.' he thought to himself, letting out a sigh aloud. Marcus has special reasoning for needing a single room, and he'd always paid handsomely for it. This year, they'd rejected his offer, no matter how many he'd given them.

Marcus was an intimidating person to stand before. He had dark brown hair kept messily at a short length, and he stood at six-foot-four. His dark brown eyes were almost black, and still piercing. If that wasn't enough, Marcus had inherited enough money to keep everyone, especially himself, happy.

Finally lowering his hands, he pulled down the hem of his white t-shirt and turned to look toward the door, just as someone knocked. If you call that a knock. Whomever was on the other side must have been lost, and he wasn't in the mood for idiots that day. He crossed the room in only a few strides and yanked the door open, "What? You lost or something?" he said gruffly, looking at the auburn haired boy before him.