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Chapter 3

Author: Goodtale
In less than 20 minutes, I was back in the dorm with the cake. I set the box with the store's logo printed on it on the desk.

Andrew looked up at me. His eyes were still red-rimmed from his earlier frustration, but the corners of his lips were already lifting. "Thanks, Luke."

I didn't say anything. I just pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a sip of water from the glass on the desk.

Andrew opened the lid. He stuck the spoon in, scooped up a big bite, and brought it to his mouth.

"Mm, it's so good." He squinted, looking completely satisfied.

Off to the side, Tyler muttered, all passive-aggressive, "Andy, you're just too nice. If somebody had given me that sort of attitude, I'd have gotten pissed off a long time ago."

He emphasized the words "that sort of attitude".

"It's not like that." Andrew set the spoon down. "We're all in the same dorm, and everyone's nice. Luke helped in the end, didn't he?"

He took two more bites. On the third one, his swallowing suddenly slowed slightly. He put the spoon down, letting out a soft clink. He closed the lid, his fingers pressing along the edge of the paper box, the tips turning slightly pale.

Tyler asked, "What's wrong?"

Andrew faltered. Then, he said, "Nothing. I just need to go out for a bit. Something came up."

He stood up and threw on his jacket, then picked up the box of cake and held it in his arms. After that, he rushed out of the dorm.

As the door swung shut behind him, Tyler grumbled, "What's up with him? It's not safe running around this late."

Ian kept his eyes glued to his screen, not even looking up as he answered casually, "Oh, don't worry about him. He'd tell us if something was wrong."

Only I stayed quiet. I lay back down on my bed and picked up my phone.

From that moment on, it felt like every passing second slowed to a crawl.

11:00 pm. 12:00 am. 1:00 am. 2:00 am.

All the lights in the dorm were off. Tyler's bed curtain was drawn. There was no movement from Ian's side, either. Only my phone was still lit.

I scrolled through the campus subreddit. A new post appeared on the front page. It had three photos attached.

The first showed the fluorescent lights of the ER and a ghastly white hallway. The second showed a close-up of a lab report, with a few lines at the bottom circled in red. The third showed a white box with a mosaic over it.

I saw the pink ribbon on it. The logo had been blurred out, but I recognized that box. It was the same one I'd set on the desk.

The caption read, "Ended up in the ER in the middle of the night. Ate some tiramisu my roommate brought me, and something felt off right after."

My finger froze. The screen's light shone on my face.

I scrolled down to see the replies already going insane.

"Holy crap! Did your roommate poison you?"

"Maybe it's that viral dessert place that messed up. OP, explain properly!"

"Read carefully. OP said the roommate 'brought' it, not that the shop was the problem."

"Who brought it? Tell us exactly who!"

"Wait. This guy's up for that guaranteed grad school spot… Don't tell me it's who I think it is…"

"Why are you censoring this? People like that don't deserve to be blurred out!"

"Luke Carter, School of Computer Science. You're welcome."

The post had only been up for an hour, and it already had over three thousand comments. The number of upvotes kept jumping and getting higher.

"He's aiming for a prison sentence when he hasn't even gotten to enjoy that guaranteed spot in grad school?"

"He always looks so honest and quiet. People like that are the scariest."

"I heard he doesn't get along with the rest of the dorm. Bet he's just jealous."

"Care to elaborate on that?"

"I'm in the dorm next door. I just heard them arguing tonight. Everyone else was on Andrew's side. He was the only one who sat there with a long face."

I kept scrolling.

"The lab report said industrial alcohol, right? You can go blind from drinking that. OP's lucky he only felt a little sick."

"Has anyone called the cops yet? This needs to go to them!"

"OP, you okay? Still alive?"

Andrew replied in a comment below, "Thanks for the concern, everyone. I already got my stomach pumped, and I'm on an IV now. I haven't called the police because I'm honestly a little scared… He's usually pretty nice to me…"

A string of crying emojis followed.

The comments blew up again.

"Call the cops! Seriously, you have to!"

"Not reporting him out of fear is basically shielding a murderer!"

"You can't settle this matter in private. What if he tries it again?"

"So what if he's got a guaranteed spot for grad school? Having that makes it okay to poison people now?"

"@UniversityOfficial Please do something about this."

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