Delulu Roommate Goes Rogue
I'm the ultimate soft touch.
My dirt-poor roommate used to survive by digging through trash cans for food. Pity got the better of me, so I covered his tuition, his living expenses, and slipped him fifty dollars a day out of my own pocket. My only condition: he had to tag along whenever I went to my private tutoring sessions.
I thought he was grateful for it.
Then, junior year, he strutted into the classroom head to toe in designer labels and hurled fifty coins in my face in front of the whole class.
"Fifty a day, and you treated me like your personal slave for three years—dragged me along to sit through lectures I couldn't even follow, humiliated me every step of the way!
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