Wrong Direction by Kelly Jensen

I had such a good feeling about this year. It’s my last; I’m on track to graduate near the top of my class, I’m working toward a degree in a field I love, and I even managed to score one of the coveted singles in the nicest upperclassmen dorm. There’s only one problem: him. The guy in the single on the other side of our shared bathroom.

The mess I could maybe ignore. Maybe. It’s the singing I can’t take. Every night while he takes a bubble bath, he murders another of my favorite songs. It’s only a few weeks into the year and I don’t think I can take it anymore.

Actually, I know I can’t. I’m gonna go over there and say something before I lose my mind!