Dustin sat up at the high pitched shrill scream. He put the guitar in its case rapidly and covered his ears. Looking at her as if she had grown three heads. He blinks and pales by her words. Backing up and flinching as if expecting someone to strike him when she got done name calling him. "This is my room as well. Or so I was told." He says in a soft yet sexy voice. He looked at her as if she was the devils woman herself. "I don't. Stop yelling at me and open your eyes. The dean left you a note on your bed." he stood up and shut his case. "You are a very judmental woman of someone you know nothing about." he says. Walking past her and adds. "You are a very bitchy woman. Get that bug out of your ass. You were much prettier when you weren't yelling at me for no reason." He slammed the door to their bathroom and locked it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Natasha blinks and shakes her head. She shrugs and let her friend think what she wanted to think. She just listened to her shrieking scream. "Uh...Rose...look on your bed. That is Headmistress's handwriting." She points to a note. "You should re---" she blinked as the hottie walked through the two of them without grazing either of them even a bit.</span>