My Roommate is Worried that I Will Steal Her Boyfriend

In freshman year, Estelle had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend said casually that I was the most beautiful girl in her dormitory. Since then, Estelle had been regarding me as a thorn in her eyes. She joined forces with Libby and targeted me in every way in the dormitory. I never engage in direct conflicts with them so that I could get along with them on the surface. If I could make it to graduation, it would be fine. I often advised myself that. However, my tolerance didn't earn their friendship. On the contrary, they found that they could bully me without bearing any consequences, so they were even more brazen. I often felt suffocated and had difficulties breathing during every second I put up with them. Having been suppressing my emotions, I gradually suffered in terms of physical health. I got sick more and more often. I gradually knew that making setbacks and putting up with them didn't bring me any benefits. ... "Since that's the case, why should I continue to endure them?"

The three of us confronted each other in front of the counselor. Libby told the counselor in detail about how I had punched Estelle. As she spoke, she became emotional and cried, accusing me of disregarding the friendship between roommates and hitting them at the drop of a hat. "Siena Reid, ask yourself. Haven't Estelle and I been good to you? Why do you treat us like enemies?" She sobbed with a grievance. Libby touched her swollen face and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. The two of them looked miserable. I didn't say much as I showed the evidence. I brought my cell phone to the front of the counselor. "Estelle and Libby have been spreading rumors about my personal life matters since freshman year. Here are the screenshots." The screenshots displayed a message Estelle had posted on the school forum. [Siena, from the Class 2 Economics and Management Major, 150 dollars per time. WhatsApp Number: XXXX.] During that time, many disgusting men added me on WhatsApp to inquire about how much I charged. They even asked me to take photos of myself being naked and forward photos to them. There was another message from Estelle in a group chat for our class. [Siena is a bitch. She snatches men from other girls. Girls, who have partners, should stay away from her.] At that time, I defended myself in the group chat, [I am innocent. I am upright and behaving properly. It is shameful for you to spread rumors about me like this!] Some classmates spoke up for me. [Estelle, you can't spread rumors about Siena just because your boyfriend thinks she's pretty. You are also a girl. How can you say such things?] Libby added, [Estelle and I are the closest roommates to Siena. Can you guess why we know so many things about her?] During that time, many classmates of mine kept their distance from me. No one even wanted to team up with me for group assignments. They thought there was something wrong with my character. They were afraid that others would misunderstand their character as well if they were close to me. The evidence was solid. ... I said to the counselor, "Miss Hawk, I can't stand such a life of being slandered anymore. I don't have any friends at school. It is all thanks to them." The counselor glanced through the evidence on my cell phone quickly and asked me, "So, you decided to resort to violence against them, right?"

Hearing her question, I was caught off guard. There were reasons behind this incident. Judging from her words, I shouldn't have hit them. I had reported to the counselor many times about Estelle and Libby spreading rumors about me, but she ignored me and turned a blind eye to it. I fought back because I couldn't bear them anymore, but now it seemed like it was all my fault. Per the counselor, I was fully responsible for this incident. Per her, the college paid the most attention to student's safety issues. She asked me to take Estelle and Libby to the hospital for examination, saying I would pay for all the medical expenses. I wasn't convinced. I would never admit that it was my fault. The counselor tried to convince me both emotionally and rationally. "If you are willing to take responsibility, I won't record this incident on your file. No matter how young and impulsive you are, you should think about your future."

I took Estelle and Libby to the hospital. Libby made an outrageous request, asking for a full-body examination, from head to toe. The cost of a complete set of examinations was nearly ten thousand dollars per person. I said, "It's impossible." Estelle couldn't speak, so Libby spoke on her behalf. "You saw it just now. The counselor is protecting us." "If we make a scene in front of her again, you may even be expelled." "Think about it yourself." They blackmailed me so openly. I regretted not smashing Libby's mouth. I approached her and stared indifferently into her eyes. "Do you want to have a full-body check-up? Sure." "I'll beat you up all over. Then you will have a physical check-up. Won't that be more cost-effective?" "Do you dare?" Libby frowned. I grabbed her collar and said, "Try it." Fearing that I would slap her again, Libby was indeed scared. She lowered her tone and said, "I was just joking with you. Why did you resort to violence? It seems you tend towards being violent." I let go. I took them for necessary check-ups. I had a sense of measure when I hit them. They only suffered superficial injuries. The medicine prescribed for them was not expensive, which I could afford.

Not long after returning to the campus, I met Estelle's boyfriend. Kellan Wong stood with his left hand in his pocket, holding a cigarette in his right hand. Leaning against the wall, he looked at me with a sidelong glance. As I passed by him, he spoke up. "I heard that you got into a fight with my girlfriend because of me?" He furrowed his eyebrows and smiled with a hint of contempt and confidence. I denied it, trying my best to present the truth to him. "It's not for you." Kellan chuckled lightly and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "You beat her like that. How come you're still shy?" ... I was not articulate, yet he was so confident. No matter what I said, he would think that I was interested in him. I remained silent, quickened my pace, and prepared to leave. But Kellan grabbed my arm. "You are getting embarrassed easily." He stubbed out the cigarette and softened his tone. "Go apologize to Estelle, and this matter will be over." Only then did I know that Kellan deliberately waited for me here to stand up for Estelle. I explained to him. "If you want to settle this account, it is Estelle who owes me an apology. I have endured too much because of her in these four years." Hearing my words, Kellan suddenly fell into contemplation. He looked up and muttered to himself, "Four whole years." I didn't know what he thought of, but there was a hint of ache and pity in his eyes when he looked at me. Kellan suddenly said to me, "Why have you never told me about these things?" "Huh?" Kellan sighed lightly and said, "I don't know anything." I didn't have time to think carefully about what he wanted to say. Then I happened to see Estelle passing by. Estelle saw us too. She stared at Kellan holding my arm. I moved my arm and tried to shake Kellan's hand off, but to my surprise, Kellan grabbed my wrist again. I got angry and slapped Kellan. Kellan was confused by my attack. He quickly came to his senses and tried to launch a counterattack. Of course, I wouldn't let him succeed. I grabbed his arm and threw him over my shoulder, slamming him to the ground. Everything happened so quickly. After lying on the ground for a few seconds, Kellan touched his forehead and smiled bitterly. "This is the first time I've been knocked down by a woman. You are both cool and gentle during a fight." "What should I do? I'm starting to have feelings for you." Not far away, Estelle looked at me with malice, as if she wanted to tear me apart. I remained silent. Then, I squatted down and punched Kellan's face mercilessly. I said fiercely, "Stop disgusting me."

Estelle rushed into the dormitory and pointed at me, cursing, "You're just a bitch!" "Aren't you shameless? You are always seducing my boyfriend." Estelle, who hadn't vented her anger, picked up a pen holder on the table and threw it at me. Without blinking, I reached out and caught the flying pen holder. Then the pens inside fell all over the floor. Seeing that I was unharmed, Estelle knew that she couldn't do anything to me. After all, I had superior martial arts skills. She cried sadly by the table. I said to her, "I didn't do anything. It's Kellan who is not honest." Estelle raised her head from her arms, with tears in the corners of her eyes. "Siena Reid, wait and see. I will kick you out of this school."

Suddenly, everyone started to distance themselves from me tacitly. During class, wherever I sat, my classmates would get up and find another seat. After class, when I walked on the school road, everyone would keep their distance from me, intentionally or unintentionally. Several girls gathered, chatting downstairs in the dormitory. Seeing me approaching, they suddenly shut up and exchanged glances, looking at me occasionally. I was distressed. I didn't know what had happened. During the break between two consecutive professional classes, I went to the bathroom. While washing my hands in front of the sink, I heard two girls discussing inside a cubicle. "We should tell the counselor about this. If she has AIDS, it will be risky for everyone." "Did she get AIDS from serving clients? That's too scary." "I don't know. Per Estelle, she wants to move out of the dormitory." "Don't mention Estelle. I want to graduate early. It's so unlucky to be in the same class as her." I waited for the two of them to come out of the cubicle and walked up to them. I asked, "Who has AIDS?" They were all stunned at the sight of me. I wanted to get closer to them and have a talk, but they stepped back. One of the girls trembled and said, "Stay away from us." It was as if I had a virus on me. I instantly knew everything. After class, I rushed into the dormitory and pulled Estelle, who was lying on the bed and browsing her cell phone. Estelle, with disheveled hair, was pulled down. She cursed, "Siena, are you going nuts again?" I gritted my teeth and said, "I should have torn your mouth into pieces at that time!" Estelle knew it when she saw me like this. She tried to defend herself with no evidence. "I am not the one spreading the rumor that you have AIDS." I grabbed her hair and said, "I have AIDS? If I had AIDS, you would be the first one to get infected." The classmates watching the show gathered outside our dormitory, but no one dared to approach. After all, if I infected one with AIDS, one's life would be ruined. There was a pair of scissors on the table. I reached out to take it and cut my finger. Blood gushed out. I grabbed Estelle's hand and forced her to open her fingers. I then cut her finger. The onlookers exclaimed. Some timid ones ran away in fear. Someone screamed, "Siena, if you intentionally infect Estelle, it will be a crime!" I said, "I know that you won't believe me no matter how many times I explain. You'd better see it with your own eyes!" After saying that, I dropped my blood onto Estelle's wound. Estelle, who was struggling desperately just now, calmed down. She stared at the wound and said, "I know you don't have AIDS." I put down the scissors and said, "Then why are you spreading rumors?" The onlookers sighed, saying, "So Estelle was spreading rumors for no reason." "It's outrageous to spread such rumors. It's so disgraceful." "It made us worried and scared these days. We all kept our distance from Siena." "The class monitor even told the counselor about this. Siena will be summoned for an interview." "It's indeed a sin." The crowd suddenly fell silent. They stopped discussing one after another. Upon turning around, I saw the counselor standing at the door. Looking gloomy, she looked at me, who was neatly dressed, and then at Estelle, who had disheveled hair. "Both of you. Come to my office!"