The first thing I hate about Jane is that we share the same name. People calls Jane and both of us would turn but only one would be needed.

The second thing I hate about Jane is the perfect ration of each sweet turning point on her jaw line like she is some Greek marble statue coming out of dormant and walking into the mortal’s life.

The third thing I hate about Jane are her eyes, like carmelized apples shimmering their sugar coats.

The fourth is about her voice. A malicious voice that makes my heart sank each time it comes near my ear.

The fifth is her finger, her fingers, long and neat.

The sixth is her hair.

The seventh is her mouth.

The eighth is her silhouette.

The ninth is that she is standing right in the middle of the dorm room and looking at me with a face full of surprise as if it’s an encounter of fate. Stupid Jane, careless Jane would never guess how did we become college roommates.