Chapter 3 Double Standards

My eyes were flinty as I swept my gaze over the three of them. "I don't have time to clean up after you guys all day."

Diana frowned and replied, "Yelena, watch your tone!"

I sneered upon hearing her response and retorted, "I'm your roommate, not your hired maid. You should watch your tone with me, too."

Then, I grabbed my textbooks and laptop and went straight to the library. I was sick of looking at their faces.

I stuck firmly to the bare minimum of my cleaning duties over the next few days. As a result, Lucy and Stella didn't dare stir up trouble as recklessly as before. However, Diana wouldn't let it go. She would put on airs as the new dorm leader and nitpick my cleaning every single day.

"You didn't wipe the water stains off the edge of the sink."

"You didn't clean around the trash can properly."

I wasn't about to put up with her nonsense.

Hence, I threw the rag into the sink and said, "If you think it's not good enough, then you're welcome to clean it to your standards."

Stella wasted no time jumping in to defend Diana. "Yelena, who do you think you are, acting so high and mighty? What's wrong with asking you to do a little extra? You used to be perfectly happy doing it!"

I looked at them coldly and firmly, "From now on, I'll only do my own share. Don't expect me to lift a finger more than I have to. And just so you know, today is Sunday."

I shook the water off my hands.

"Tomorrow, it's our resident beauty queen, Diana's, turn to clean. I'll be watching." As I spoke, I glanced at Diana.

Diana's face flushed red, and she straightened her back. "Of course, I'll do a great job! You don't need to worry about me!"

Lucy and Stella jumped in like two little lapdogs defending their owner.

"Exactly! Diana is way better than a scheming snake like you! You played the hardworking, kind leader when it benefited you, but you've turned nasty now that you've got nothing to gain! You disgust me!"

I ignored their insults and went back to my seat. They could say whatever they wanted.

I unlocked my phone and saw a message from my counselor.

"Yelena, your room transfer application is being processed. It should be approved by the end of the month."

I stared at the message and let out a long sigh of relief.

I could finally leave this miserable place behind by the end of the month. So, I just had to stick it out a little longer.

Diana officially took over on Monday. The dorm kept up a facade of cleanliness as Lucy and Stella were unusually well-behaved, which meant that the usual scattered takeout boxes had mysteriously disappeared.

Later, I found out that Diana had secretly bribed them with several luxury skincare samples. Since they had accepted her gifts, the two overgrown babies actually reined in their bad habits and stopped generating so much extra trash.

However, I soon spotted the problem.

Diana's idea of cleaning was nothing more than an illusion. She would sweep crumbs and hair behind the wardrobes, hiding them in corners where no one would notice.

Whenever the dorm started to smell, she pulled out her expensive perfume and sprayed it everywhere. The fragrance mixed with the stench underneath, making the air even more suffocating.

Most of all, she refused to touch anything she deemed "disgusting."

The sink drain was clogged with hair, causing the water to overflow. Nevertheless, she didn't even spare it a second glance. Half a moldy piece of fruit, covered in green fuzz, sat on Stella's desk, but Diana pretended not to notice.

So, it wasn't a surprise that things swiftly went downhill when Diana's week ended and it was Lucy and Stella's turn. After all, their idea of cleaning was just them emptying the trash cans under their own desks.

As for the common areas? Apparently, nobody was responsible for those.