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"Hi everyone, I'm Kelly Anderson. I'm the Wolf Princess." My roommate made a dramatic entrance the moment she walked in. She had on a full set of wolf fur, her makeup was flawless, and she appeared superior to everyone else in the room. "The Wolf Princess? From the ancient race in the myths? I heard they isolated themselves from society, but they're still known to be insanely powerful!" One of our roommates gasped in excitement and practically skipped over to her. Their eyes were wide with admiration. "Is that real wolf fur? That's so cool! I've never seen it before! I heard your people wear wolf fur all the time!"

Her eyes were filled with hatred as she glared at me. I watched surreptitiously as she slipped a few sheets of paper into one of her notebooks. … The next day, because the professor had added a last-minute class, several classmates hadn't brought their textbooks, including Quinn. I volunteered to run back to the dorm to grab the books, and everyone agreed. Once I got to the dorm, I sneakily opened Quinn's notebook. Just as I'd expected, there was a medical report inside. It clearly stated that Quinn was the patient and that she'd tested positive for genital warts.

Clutching her phone, she burst into tears and ran into the bathroom. From outside, I could vaguely hear her making a complaint call. Her voice was nothing like usual—pinched and cloying, unpleasant to listen to. Grinding her teeth, Joey dropped back into her chair. The other roommate, Carmen Radler, asked worriedly, "She isn't really dating Nick, is she? We really can't afford to offend someone like him." Joey snorted. "So what if she is? We're in the right—what's there to be afraid of? Does he really think he can bend the law? We got into this university on our own merit!"

When I saw her preparing dinner, I began wondering whether I was overthinking things again. She looked like any other normal roommate. How could she be performing that strange ritual? During dinner, we chatted as usual. Yvonne even mentioned that she had been reading a novel recently. “It’s a detective story, and it’s really interesting. Do you want to read it?” “Sure.” I nodded. Time trickled by in this quiet atmosphere. At 10 p.m., Yvonne said that she needed to go to bed early, and she returned to her room.

You live with your five friends, in the college apartment. Where you enjoy each other's company. Plus all five, like you secretly. Jeke is very romantic and stubborn with you. Lucas is playful and in love with you. Nicolas is serious and possessive of you. Henri is obsessed and jealous and Levi is shy and affectionate. You are in the living room of the apartment watching a movie, when you heard the sounds of footsteps in the door, which indicated that the boys had arrived.

"Go and get your room number and roommate information. Welcome to Alpha Academy." "Thanks," I grumbled, standing up. My palms were sweaty as I scanned the list of names. "Come on, where is it…" I growled, tracing my finger along the page. And then I looked. Liam Damfort – Room 204 Roommate: My heart dropped when I saw the name at the end. I hung up the phone. My chest felt tight. "You have got to be kidding me," I spat. I held the edge of the board, not wanting to scream. "Why him?"

“So, the occult books. A hobby?” “Something like that.” Hana sighed. “My roommate is very big into the occult.” “Ah, so you are looking for common ground. I can understand that. It’s never easy to be thrown into living with strangers and needing to forge bonds. Though as a first year, you may not even have the same roommate next year unless you request it.” I said, picking up one of the occult books.

Clicking the pen, I start writing the section he wanted. “Who’s Mexi?” Smirking, I continue finishing writing the revision that I had added; *in the condition that she and Mexi would be staying with him. “My roommate.” He frowned almost immediately, “I can’t provide for you and your roommate, Violet. You’re going to make me poor.” “Don’t worry,” I tell him. “You won’t even notice that she’s there.” “You better make sure because I swear if I notice even a small dip on my finances-“

He’s studying me. “Are you attached to this apartment?” The question hits me off guard. “No,” I say too quickly, too easily. Then I think of Roofus—his instant noodles, his exams, the way he pretends not to worry about money when I know he does. “…Not really,” I amend. “But my roommate kind of needs it.” “Roommate,” Damien repeats. His jaw tightens, just a fraction. “Roofus,” I admit. Honesty seems to be my undoing tonight. “He’s in college. Even with the rent cut, he wouldn’t be able to manage on his own.”

Room 217. The key turned with a rusty protest. The room was small. Two beds, two desks, two closets. Cinderblock walls painted the color of skim milk. A window that faced the parking lot. My roommate's side was already claimed, posters of bands I didn't recognize, a string of fairy lights that looked like they had died slowly, a textbook open to a chapter on cognitive dissonance. My side was bare. A mattress wrapped in plastic. An empty desk. A closet with three wire hangers.