Chapter 3

My five roommates had registered a social media account between themselves and edited the video from earlier that day, cutting off the beginning and end. They only kept the part where I pushed past them.

The video was titled, ‘Rich Kid Bullies His Roommates!’

The five of them faced the camera with tears streaming down their faces, complaining that I looked down on them for being from rural backgrounds because I had money. They claimed that I constantly bossed them around.

They said they had endured my bullying and tolerated my spoiled attitude. They never expected that I would go so far as to fight them for the scholarship spot, monopolizing the money they relied on to survive.

In the video, they heavily implied that I had won the scholarship through underhanded means. They said they could no longer tolerate it and could only seek justice online.

Their statements immediately went viral locally.

[Damn! I hate guys who bully people from poor backgrounds. Who does he think he is?]

[Don't worry, boys, I've got your back! Does having money make you better than everyone?]

[The worst thing about college is these rich spoiled brats. There are too many heartless wealthy people out there. Sending hugs to you guys!]

Everyone stood up for them, hurling all kinds of insults at me and doxxing me.

My phone was quickly flooded with calls from strangers, so I had no choice but to turn it off.

My other, private phone rang. It was my dad calling.

He knew what kind of person I was and was furious about the slander he was seeing. He asked if I needed help.

I refused.

"If I can't handle a few clowns like this, what right do I have to be your son?"

My dad praised me profusely and told me to do whatever I wanted. He said he would back me up no matter what.

I did not care about online public opinion at all. I ate and drank as usual.

My five roommates seemed to enjoy their taste of fame, and they all started livestreaming. They even went shirtless, showing off their bodies. This attracted even more brainless fans.

I became a notorious rich kid. People pointed and whispered about me when I walked down the street.

My house was found and had red paint thrown on it. My bicycle tires were deflated, and nails were installed on the seat.

If I left the classroom for just a moment, my water bottle would be filled with unidentified liquids.

I did not care about any of this.

When I could not go home, I stayed in a hotel. I threw away the bicycle and switched to my Porsche.

No matter what my roommates did to me, they could not affect my quality of life.

As if they knew these tactics were useless against me, they actually started a livestream and blocked my path after class that day.

"Dylan, don't worry. If you're willing to come back to the dorm, we're all still willing to accept you."

Marcus Bennett, another roommate, spoke with reddened eyes.

The brainless viewers in the livestream were even more moved.

[Marcus, you're too sweet. Don't let him hurt you again!]

[Stay away from them, you monster!]

I completely ignored their sorry performance. Just like that day, I pushed past them and left.

A few of them wanted to chase after me, but I had already driven off in my Porsche.

Looking at their gloomy expressions, I knew they were about to pull out their trump card to force my hand.

Through the surveillance, I saw that the wealthy woman had given them a new offer they could not refuse because of the recent attention. That was why they had to reconcile with me.

Suddenly, a video titled, ‘Rich Bully Dylan Harrington Suspected of Being Gay!’ shot to the top of local trending topics that evening.