Payback backfire

Chapter 3

“Such language is not appropriate for our learning environment, especially not this class. I expect better from you and I hope you will heed my words.” The bald teacher said. He wasn’t completely bald. It was male pattern baldness. He had a line of hair at front and some at the back and at the junction of his neck but the middle was just an island of baldness. It was very shiny.

The shape of his face really stood out to me. It seemed to start out as oblong but the bottom cheeks were just, really puffy. So it gave off the image that it went from square in the beginning to round towards the end.

I’m not even sure why I was noticing all this while he was busy lecturing me on my language. I shouldn’t have yelled that loud, especially not outside the forensic workshop. I expected the kids in here to laugh at me, they did seem amused but it appeared to be directed against the teacher and not me. Maybe he is a real character here.

I mutter a quick apology and grab a seat, waiting for the class to be over.

‘Oh no no no, the game is on. He thought he could use me and get away with it. I bet that kick hadn’t hurt him at all in the first place! He was just pretending so he could easily skip class and I would have to fill in for him. That’s it! I am not going to let this go so easily.’

As soon as the class ended, which took longer than usual (not that it mattered because I did not pay the slightest attention to what was going on), I walk to the offices.

I find the one that said Campus warden and walk in.

There were 2. A male and a female.

“Do you need something?” She asked as she chewed on a cheese string, her legs sitting on the desk as she laid back on her chair.

“Yes, well, I, uh.. I.. there’s a guy in my room. He says he is my roommate I was wondering if a girl could shift in my room instead? Isn’t there a workaround here?” I ask nervously. She looks like she could yell at me at any time. Both of them were definitely in their mid thirties.

“What? This is the last room left. Take it or leave it. You can buy one of the rooms at an apartment nearby but this is how it works in free campus accommodation. So what if he’s a dude? If he does something inappropriate then you can report it and it will be investigated.” She was scrolling something on her phone, not even looking up as she said it.

Rent an apartment? My parents already spent so much money on this. I can’t burden them with this. Maybe if I pick up a part time job...

But why do I have to leave?

‘Ugh.’

I leave without thanking her.

I think about it and maybe, just maybe if I annoy him enough, he will move out himself.

I grin.

After I was done having lunch with Dani and Aria, I attended the afternoon class. I was tired enough as it already was, the day seemed to go on forever. Once it finally ended, I left as soon as I could and headed back to the room early. Opening the door with my key, I hope he wasn’t in there.

He wasn't there. I wondered if he was still in practice, it had been all day. It surprised me, how long he could play in the scorching heat, although he could just as easily be doing something else.

In the afternoon class, I had minor subjects like literature which were different from his so I did not have to fill in for him. Even if it had been a common subject, I wouldn't have done it! He tricked me completely.

I chew on the inside of my cheek as I try to formulate the perfect way to annoy him. Unfortunately, boys have a higher tolerance for annoyance so I need to be diligent if I actually want to make him think changing his dorm is the best choice for him.

I have to make him not want to sleep here. I don't want to sleep in the same room as a man, I refuse to do so.

I gather there isn't much time left because it's getting late, he might come back at any moment. My eyes roam around the room, looking for ideas. I see a water bottle on the night stand next to the lamp and it strikes me.

“This could work.” I think out loud as I grab a plastic bag from my suitcase. For a split second I wonder if I was going too far, messing with him could mean that he would try to mess back, perhaps in an even worse way. It wouldn’t do me any good if he got really angry, unless he decides to leave with anger, I can live with that.

I pour the water in the plastic bag and tie it loosely with a rubber band twice. I pull aside the sheets of his bed and tuck the plastic bag under against the mattress. It wouldn’t spill unless pressure was applied on it- with the slightest pressure, the water would come rushing out and spread across the mattress. I was tucking his bed sheet under the mattress and pulling the covers over right when I hear the door unlock slowly. I freeze in a state of panic and look around, urgently rushing and climbing into my bed, I pull the covers over me.

My heart pounds for a few seconds before returning back to normal.

I hear a dragging sound screeching against the floor, peeking from the corner of my sheet, I see him limp inside and I quickly close my eyes again.

“Oh she’s asleep.” I hear him whisper as he begins to walk normally to the bathroom. I peek my eyes open again slightly as the bathroom door closes.

‘Are you kidding me! How long were you planning on running this knee injury thing?’

How manipulative. I hear the shower turn on. The sound of water running endlessly was so relaxing that I almost dozed off, entering a half asleep state. I didn’t realize when he finished taking his shower and entered his bed until I heard the yell.

“What the fuck is this!” My eyes snap open immediately at the loud voice and I almost get up, turning around to see if a serial killer had suddenly broken in but fortunately, my mind was on my side, reminding me what I had done. I close my eyes again, trying not to snicker under the sheets.

“Hazel..” I hear a deep warning voice that gave me goose bumps. I raise my arm and sure enough, some of my hair were standing up like they had been electrocuted.

He has the voice of a killer.

“You’ve made me wet.” He says and the moment of eeriness was gone because I was trying my hardest not to laugh.

‘Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh.’ I plead to myself inside my head but tiny almost unnoticeable shakes were emitting from my body. I’m afraid he might have seen them and realized I was awake.

“Are you going to take responsibility for getting me wet?” It was a teasing voice, it didn’t sound like he was mad at all. Neither was he annoyed. I mentally shrug. Regardless, he would not have a place to sleep, he has to move to his friend’s dorm for the night.

I hear rustling of clothes and a slick sound.

Was he changing right here?

He hadn’t even bothered going to the bathroom!

How shameless!

I might be even more shameless because curiosity (simply curiosity!) was tempting me to pull aside the cover from my face and take a quick look.

I hear footsteps moving around, the closet opening and closing. Finally, he turns off the main switch for the light.

I breathe a sigh of relief.

Was he leaving? Now I could finally sleep peacefully.

I waited for him to leave as the darkness blinded my vision. I didn't hear the front door open for a while. Why wasn't he leaving?

I hear a click, recognizing it as him taking his watch off and placing it on the night table.

I feel a tug at my comforter sheets and my heart started beating faster. Did he realise that I was awake? Just as I think he is about to take revenge by placing a pillow over my face and suffocating me to death, he lifts the covers and I feel one side of the bed getting heavier as he gets in it.

I widen my eyes.

Don't tell me! He's planning to sleep here?

My heart was pounding, I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I was completely frozen until he slipped one arm around my waist, snapping me back to reality. I pull away instantly and jump out of bed, almost tripping and falling to the ground.

"Are you crazy? What do you think you're doing?"

"What? My bed was wet so I'm sleeping here" He mumbles as he continues to steal my pillow and smears his oily hair all over it. I breathe deeply, trying to calm down. I need to wash that pillow case.

"So? Go sleep over at your friend's dorm or something?" I suggest.

He raises his head from the pillow for a brief second. "And what? Not let you suffer the consequences of your actions?" He buries his face in the pillow again.

I purse my lips.

"My actions?"

"So you're not going to admit you did that to my bed? Did you pee on it?"

My jaw drops open.

"You laid on the bed and then your pants got wet, are you sure you're not the one who peed on it?" I scrunch my nose in annoyance.

"I just came out of the bathroom before sitting there! Why would I go to the bathroom if I just wanted to pee on the bed?" He retorts and I smack my lips in thought of a savage reply, unfortunately coming up short.

"Get out of my bed" I grit my teeth.

"It's our* bed now" He gives a throaty laugh as he gets comfortable by pulling most of the blanket over himself and giving me practically none.

Disgusting. I've never liked what dick driven physical animals men were. I push the memories back, I can tell they were trying hard to resurface, trying to make me suffer all over again. I wasn't going to let it happen. I was a different person now. I am not going to be stuck in the same loop for the rest of my life. I am better.

'I am better' I repeat to myself. Even if I was better, didn't mean I was going to get in bed with a man, their self control is as good as a dog in heat.

I grab the edge of the pillow and rip it out from under him.

"Son of a bit-" He rubs his neck as he looks at me dumbfounded.

I take the pillow with me.

The room's design was alright but there wasn't much space, I expected more honestly since it was the campus of a really good college. There wasn't a couch but a single recliner. In front of the 2 beds we had a long desk the length of at least 60 percent of the room. For the desk we had 2 chairs to study and beside it there was a recliner to relax. Apart from the bathroom, there wasn't anything attached. We didn't have a kitchen because everything was available at the cafeteria and it would be open 24/7.

I open the recliner and lay down on my pillow just to realise it was kind of wet. His hair must have soaked the pillow since he washed them.

Ugh.

I flip the pillow. The other side was dry at least. I had an urge to throw it away but perhaps that would be letting him win. It was my pillow!

I grumble as I try to shift and find a spot comfortable enough to fall asleep in. I can manage to sleep just about anywhere if I'm tired enough but if I'm not, then I can't sleep without my bed.

Laying my head down, I close my eyes.

"Your bed is pretty comfortable" I hear slight squeaks as he practically demolishes my bed by moving around agressively. "It would be difficult to sleep together though, it makes a lot of noise"

I clench my fist.

'Control. Control. Control. Breathe in, Breathe out. I'm happy as a daisy. This monstrosity for a human being does not bother me in the slightest. Nope.'

I ignore him with a scoff.

"What? Were you thinking.... that? Oh you dirty dirty girl, I was talking about just sleeping. You know the act of falling asleep?" He props up on his elbow and smirks at me from across the room.

"UGHHH. Do you ever shut up or do you have a machine for a tongue" A few seconds later I regret the words that come out of my mouth, realising the damage I was doing to myself.

"Machine for a tongue? You'd like that wouldn't you" He grins, his tongue moving across the bottom of his lip seductively.

I widen my eyes, not expecting him to so balatantly express his disgusting desires. I quickly get up from my seat and push the recliner in. Then I push and shift the chair so it would face the wall instead of the bed and I wouldn't have to stare at his vile expressions anymore. I open the recliner once again, satisfied with my positioning and get back on it.

"Aah, it's getting hot. I should turn the air conditioning on" I hear him yawn.

Oh I hate him. I really hate him. I hate him to death! I've never met such an inconsiderate scoundrel.

I didn't have my comforter. He was using it. And the one on his bed was wet. Even if I manage to fall asleep as a popsicle, there's no saying my legs will function decently the next morning after such a cold night.

It's like I have the body of an old lady. My joints will probaby crack and jam together like a robot thrown in Antarctica.

I sigh, pouting as I remember my bed back home. I was never good at dealing with life when it wasn't working out for me and right now, it clearly wasn't working out.

It was cold and I'm not sure how long it took for me to fall asleep but when I finally did, I felt my shivering stop, a slight warmth falling over me.