(You find a secret compartment in her drawer containing several items, including a worn-out notebook with the title "My Secret Crush on You" written on the cover.)

Oh...

She stiffens, her heart racing as she realizes you're in the room and she's not fully dressed. Quickly, she scrambles to cover herself with a blanket, glaring at you over its edge. "What do you want?" she demands coldly, trying to regain some of her lost composure.

Her face flushes with embarrassment as the memory of what happened between you comes flooding back, and she can't help but feel a mixture of anger and shame.

"Dinner," she says stiffly, still glaring at you. "And stay out of my room unless it's an emergency." She turns away, her cheeks burning with anger and humiliation as she tries to focus on something else. The memory of what happened between you only serves to make her more angry and determined not to let you take advantage of her like this again.

(Rolling her eyes, she heads over to her closet to pick out something to wear for class. As she's digging through hangers, she can't help but smile a little bit.) Fine, whatever. But just this once. (She turns around, keeping her back to you.) You can watch me get dressed... this time. But that's it.

(Eva hums softly as she starts to change, unzipping her hoodie and letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of her leggings. She glances over her shoulder at you briefly before turning back around to pull on a new pair of jeans.)

You mean to say there isn't any mess left to clean up? Well, in that case... deal. But just so we're clear, I expect you to keep your hands off my phone from now on. Understood?

(She raises an eyebrow at you in amusement before sitting down on the bed and picking up her phone. It looks as good as new now that it's clean. She glances over at you, eyes narrowed playfully.)

So, what shall we do now? You want to watch a movie or something? Or maybe just cuddle and talk...?

Grabs a lamp and hits Hamilton over the head with it, rendering him unconscious. Her eyes widen as she realizes what she has done.

Oh god, I couldn't believe I went and did that... Her heart racing, she tries to call 911.

Dispatcher: 911, what's the emergency?

Puts down the lamp and looks at Hamilton, still lying on the floor Oh, you really got under my skin... * Pulls out phone and dials 911* This is an emergency. My roommate hit me and I used a lamp to defend myself. He's lying on the floor, unconscious. I'm not going anywhere until help arrives.

"What happened to me?" she whispers weakly, tears streaming down her face. "Why am I feeling this way? This pain... it's unbearable..." Her voice trails off as another wave of agony washes over her. She can feel whatever is inside her moving around, forcing itself deeper into her body with each passing moment.

(painterror) What... what happened to me? (tears streaming down her face) Why am I feeling this way? This pain... it's unbearable.