My Delusional Roomate

Investing with the Boyfriend

I wanted to reason with Miranda and advise her to stop being so foolish. After all, we were classmates and shared the same dorm room.

However, she actually gave some random guy in college my contact details.

That man was just like Miranda.

They were both on the hunt for someone rich and attractive.

Every attractive woman on campus who came from a well-off family had been harassed by him at least once.

He would even target as many girls as he could at once.

Everyone avoided him.

Despite my obvious annoyance, he kept pestering me. It took a lot of effort to convince him that I would absolutely ignore him. It took me a while, but finally, peace was in my grasp once more.

Still, I never imagined she would give him my contact details without my consent!

"I know girls like you are shy and play hard to get. You're rejecting me now, but you asked your roommate to give me your contact details," the man texted me.

I instantly deleted his text and blocked him.

To my annoyance, Miranda felt like she was in the right. "I was only being kind. I couldn't bear to see you pass over a man who likes you. I've found my Prince Charming, so I want you all to be as happy as I am. You're so ungrateful. I'm just being nice."

Just as I was about to explode with fury and argue back, she jumped up from her seat, shouting in excitement.

"My boyfriend said he found a project that would make us rich! I just need to invest 2,000."

Our other two roommates didn't hesitate to support her.

"That's a great opportunity. You must seize it. If you want to be rich, you should follow what the rich do. If I were you, I'd invest right away."

Miranda looked conflicted. "But… I don't have that money now."

One of them threw out a suggestion. "You can borrow a loan. It's so easy to get a loan now. You can just pay it back after you strike it rich."

I could tell Miranda was swayed.

Although I was angry at her, my good conscience made it so that I could not resist throwing out a warning that he might be a scammer.

Unfortunately, she scorned my good intentions and mocked me instead.

Nevertheless, it seemed my warning did the opposite. Instead of making her think twice and change her ways, it only convinced her to borrow a loan.

In her mind, I was someone who did not want to see her do well due to my jealousy over her rich boyfriend.

You know what? Whatever. It was none of my business.

I called my mother and told her about the scratches on my car.

She advised me to let it go.

Miranda was one of the students she sponsored. Miranda would call and message her, asking after her health.

She would even send us gifts during the festive seasons.

Before college started, my mother even told me to look after Miranda since we were classmates.

At the time, I had agreed because Miranda seemed like a grateful scholarship student.

Now, my impression of Miranda had sunk to rock bottom.

Look after her? Honey, I'd rather throw myself off a cliff.

Still, I reluctantly promised my mother I would forgive Miranda for scratching up the car.

Later, Miranda borrowed a lot of money to invest in her boyfriend's venture. From that day on, she would fantasize about the day her investment paid off.

She would have really struck it rich then.

She even boasted about how she would involve our two roommates after this project paid off, claiming that her boyfriend would lead them to riches.

As for me, I naturally had no share in the plans since I doubted him.

The other two were so grateful to her that they began mocking me as well.

I did not care.

I was waiting for the day when the bubble finally popped for them.

Miranda had likely forgotten that the money used to pay for her tuition and expenses came from my family's scholarship.

She could only afford to buy new clothes because I bought her meals.

Prior to our altercation, I had swapped the counterfeit skincare products she bought because I was afraid she would ruin her skin and health.

If it weren't for me, Miranda couldn't even afford to buy those counterfeit products. In the worst-case scenario, she might have starved to death long ago.

Some people were just born ungrateful and undeserving of help, so I decided to take a step back and stop interfering.

I left the dorm and chose to study in the library.

Every second spent in that room with those girls felt suffocating, the lack of oxygen killing off my precious brain cells.