There he was. The most popular guy at school, including being from the richest family at this school. He made himself look good. For his reputation and his family's. So he did almost everything right and perfect. Almost. It didn't mean he didn't sneak out and do things that were risky. But even then he didn't do that often just to be sure his reputation didn't fall. So he was nervous about this new roommate. what if this guy just ruined it? Derek did bring girls over sometimes and didn't want him to be told on. 

Derek was stressing out as he laid on his bed shirtless. "Fuck." He muttered sitting up freaking out. Worse comes to worse he could just stop everything if this roommate was a snitch. No he didnt want to. He got up from his bed and went to the mirror. He stared himself. Derek was a good looking kid. The kid got his good looks from his father who was a handsome older man and his mom who use to model in her twentys. He had light blonde hair, a sharp jawline, dark blue eyes like the ocean and stood up to be 6'1. "Don't stress out.." he muttered to himself. 

As he was staring at himself he saw he had a scratch on his chest. That was from last night when he jumped over the fence from the cops last night. He smiled feeling great from that. But what if he had to stop that? Derek had a strong idea. "No, I'm going to make them not say anything." He said. Suddenly the door opened and he looked back, seeing his small ass roommate. [i]oh my god I don't even have to worry [/i] he laughed quietly while he grabbed a shirt. "Hey man." He said.