When I received the email from Rochester with my new roommate assignment, I kicked a hole through my closet door. I couldn't think of a worse way to spend my senior year than putting up with Isabella Tumicci and her future husband aka Gabriel Caruso, asshole of the century.

Isabella's last roommate found a way to escape the torture. If I knew how she did it, I would replicate it. As it was, I'd been in a pissy mood since I'd found out.

Gabriel flashed in my mind and I dug my ...