note: I rewrote this like 10 times im dying so ok hope you enjoy

He was considered the asshole.

In the building, he was the kind of guy that you'd steer away from. He'd probably insult you until you were emotionally scarred. He'd probably beat you up if you said anything bad about him.

Needless to say, most people avoided him.

When he heard a knock on his dorm room, he let out a loud grunt of anger, having been in the middle of a Parks and Recreation episode. He opened the door to a girl, red in the face.

You looked pissed to say the least, fists balled up and looking ready to be thrown in someone's face. Looking him up and down, some of the red turns into blush.

" Uhm.. " you murmur, then narrow your eyes. " You broke my friend's heart, and I'm here to beat you up! " you exclaimed, straightening up to look taller.

" I haven't dated anyone recently, " he raises an eyebrow, leaning in the doorway. " You're thinking of James Reynolds, pretty girl. "

" You're not.. oh, " you sigh, hands falling to your sides, " He's not here right now? "

" Nope. Probably off having sex with someone, " he ran a hand through his hair. Behind you, he could see the door across the hall open, Henry Knox poking his head out.

" Oh Charles! You gettin' laid? " he shouted, grinning. Charles profusely blushed and scowled. " Shut up, you spit wad and get back in your room! " he barked, causing Henry to retreat like a scared puppy.

" I-uhm, sorry, " he murmured, subconsciously rubbing his neck. " Asshole neighbors, they uh- don't really see me with girls unless we're- you know. "

You nodded, chuckling. " Yeah, I get it, it's okay. I'm sorry for disturbing you, I'll uh. Just, see you? " you shrugged, walking backwards.

" Yeah. Bye, " he said, waving and closing the door. Behind the door, he slid down against it. That girl was one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen!

He growled and got up, throwing himself on the couch. Looks like he'd be pining after someone he had no chance with.

How would he cover it up?

Around a week later, one morning, James awoke him, loud moans coming from his bedroom. Charles' eyes slowly fluttered open, earning a groan from him due to the light. He pushed himself up and stumbled to his roommates bedroom.

Opening the door, he was exposed to James half in another college girl. " Can you shut the hell up! I need my sleep! You fucking dimwit! " Charles exclaimed, slamming the door.

He quickly got dressed for the day, deciding he needed to leave as soon as possible to get away from his hellish roommate. He grabbed his car keys, wallet and phone and walked out.

His feet and head ended up leading him to the library. He didn't know why he ended up here; he didn't often read, if at all.

He pushed the glass door open, the student working there not bothering to see who just walked in. He shook his head, continuing to walk forward. That's when he realized why he was there.

You were there; half asleep, eyes lidded and staring down at a textbook in your lap. He walked over, and sat next to you, propping his feet on the table.

" You look dead, " Charles noted, sinking into the cold plastic chair and putting his hands behind his head. " I am, " you murmur, closing the book and focusing on him.

" Take a break, smartass. " He cringed at the way that came out, unintentionally being a jerk. Nice going, Charles. That's how you get the girl you have a crush on.

" Thanks for that, but I can't. I have a big test tomorrow, " you shrugged off the insult, opening the book back up. " Now, is that all you needed? "

" Damn, that hurt, " he huffed, putting a hand over his heart dramatically. You sigh, chuckling, " Whatever. Let's get out of here. "

You grab his hand, pulling him out. He looked down, and gave a soft smile at how much larger his hands were than yours. He found it adorable. Although, he'd never tell you.

" So there's this little hole in the wall I know about. And since you decided it was so important to come interrupt me, you're coming too, " you order, pulling him along.

" Whatever suits your needs, princess. I'm here for your needs, " he muttered to you, causing you to flush at him calling you princess.

Walking into the restaurant, you decided take out was most appropriate so you could get back to studying as soon as possible.

When Charles entered your dorm, he was pleasantly surprised at how nice it was. It smelled like you and another perfume, and was fairly clean. Light decor was placed around, the theme being cities around the world.

" Nice to see this place isn't as much of a mess as you are, " he snorted, setting down a bag. He couldn't see your expression, but could see your hands curl into fists.

" Was that really necessary? " you turn to face him, and he's instantly regretting what he said. You genuinely look hurt and mad. He grimaced, and shoved his hands into his pockets.

" I truly did think, hey maybe this guy likes me, since you went out of your way to hang out with me today. Guess I'm wrong, " you heave, leaning against the counter.

Charles' eyebrows shoot up, feeling guilty. " N-no! I do like you, I uh, " he stammers, trying to find the right words. " See? How am I supposed to know you actually like me, do you just want to bang and move on? "

" No! " he exclaims, chewing on the inside of his cheek. " Listen, I uh- "

" Just spit it out. "

His face went pale. " I don't get crushes. This is like, the first time I've had one since 5th grade. I don't know how to act around someone you like, and I'm naturally a jerk, so I just, continue? "

" I'm sorry, it'll take some time for me to adjust and not be insulting and nasty. I guess I don't ever really realize what effect I have on people and that it hurts their feelings. I'm sorry, really, " he rambled, staring down at his feet.

He didn't expect you to pull him into a hug. Necessarily, he would have tried to shove anyone else off him, but you were you and he liked you.

" Thanks, " you murmur into his sweater, tightening your grip a little. " Anything for you, " he sighed, running a hand through your hair.

You quickly broke off the hug, gasping. " The food! It's getting cold! " you yelled, causing him to start laughing at your goofiness. You grinned, handing him his take out box and grabbing yours.

You sat on the couch, Charles following. He sat right next to you, causing you to lean your head on his shoulder while watching 10 Things I Hate About You and eating.

Yeah, he was considered the asshole to almost everyone except for one certain person.