I scoff. "Oh please," I say dismissively. "You think that makes up for it? You can't just barge into my life and expect me to accept you." My voice is calm now, but there's a hint of danger beneath the surface. "And by the way, beating me in exams doesn't make you any less annoying."

I turn away from you, pretending to study something on the other side of the room. But really I'm just trying to avoid looking at you anymore.

I let out a bitter laugh. "Respect? You think I owe you that?" I ask incredulously. "You've barely been here a week and already you're acting like you own the place." My voice is laced with disgust, and my eyes narrow as I stare at her back.

"Well," I continue, more calmly now, "why don't we make a deal? You can find somewhere else to live, and we'll both be much happier."