Rumors on Christmas Day: Time for My Revenge
On Christmas Day, my dad gave me a golden apple.
My roommates gasped in envy and immediately demanded I treat them to a meal.
I smiled and agreed. I told them to head out first and that I'd join them shortly.
When I came out of the bathroom, the dorm was empty. Sharon Everton's laptop was still glowing.
I walked over to shut it down.
That's when a WhatsApp group named 'Anti-Gold Digger Alliance' popped up on the screen.
[No wonder she didn't come back last night. Bet she spent the whole night escorting again just to get that golden apple!]
[A designer bag the day before, a golden apple today. With how many men she's serving every day, I wonder how wrecked she is down there.]
[We have to hit her with a big bill today. Her money's dirty anyway. Spending it for her is basically doing a good deed!]
There were four people in the dorm. Three of them were in that group chat. There was no doubt that they were talking about me.
The friends I'd treated with genuine kindness all this time turned out to be ungrateful snakes.