Chapter 3

The outcome didn't surprise me in the slightest.

Some people's greed is etched right into their bones.

Even when they have everything, they still can't resist mooching off others.

How could someone like that ever let a free million dollars sit untouched?

"I just asked my mom," Samantha announced smugly. "Turns out it’s an inheritance from a distant aunt. She didn't have kids, so she left it all to me."

She announced triumphantly.

"Also, this is private. Keep it between us, okay? Don't go spreading it around campus!"

Biting back my laughter, I faked an envious gasp. "Of course, Sammy! Who knew you had such a filthy-rich relative? Don't forget about us when you're rolling in dough!"

Samantha waved her hand magnanimously.

"Chloe, I know I used some of your skincare before. Don't worry, I'll buy you a brand-new bottle soon. Don't mention it."

"Really? Sammy, you're the best!"

Over the next few days, Samantha walked around like she owned the place.

Before, she used our stuff on the sly, but now she didn't even bother hiding it.

Whenever one of us called her out, she'd flash her bank balance in our faces.

"I have this much money. Why would I need to steal your cheap stuff?

I'm just too lazy to shop right now. Chill out. Once it's empty, I'll replace it with something way better."

Yet despite all her big talk about buying replacements, we ended up repurchasing our own toiletries, and she didn't lift a finger.

On the other hand, she went wild buying designer clothes, shoes, and bags for herself.

Delivery boxes piled up to the ceiling on the balcony, and Lily ended up having to throw them out for her.

Coming into money didn't cure her mooching habit; it only made her feel entitled to treat us like unpaid maids.

Mia couldn't take it anymore and finally exploded.

"Samantha! If you don't clean up your trash right now, I'm going to the housing advisor to get you kicked out of this dorm!"

"By what right? Does your family own this college? Why the hell should I leave?"

Dorm rent was dirt cheap compared to off-campus apartments, and I knew Samantha would never spend her own dime on rent.

"Because you don't follow the dorm rules! You're a toxic parasite!" Mia stormed into the bathroom, grabbed a toilet plunger, and brandished it like she was ready to shove it onto Samantha's face.

Samantha shrieked, whirling on Lily. "Lily, aren't you going to rein her in? What kind of useless RA are you?"

Lily merely watched with cold eyes, ignoring her completely.

Samantha flew into a rage. "You're ganging up on me! You want to bully me? Just you wait—Hunter is going to make you pay!"

"Hunter?"

I knew who he was. Hunter was the campus bad boy—an academic deadbeat who roamed around with a gang of frat-boy wannabes.

They walked around acting tough, genuinely believing they looked like heartthrobs straight out of a teen drama.

I never expected Samantha to get tangled up with him.

If she actually set Hunter on us, things could get ugly.

I immediately stepped in to play diplomat. "Alright, let's calm down. We're all roommates. It's totally normal to have little arguments. Let's just talk it out."

After a few sweet words from me, Samantha lifted her chin arrogantly.

"See? At least Chloe knows how to respect people. Don't worry, Chloe, I'll protect you from now on."

As long as you don't make me vomit, that's already a blessing!

I cursed her a thousand times in my head, but pasted a thrilled look on my face.

The storm passed for the moment.

After that, Samantha was busy with who-knows-what, staying out all night for days, which made the dorm wonderfully quiet.

Until one day, she cornered me out of nowhere.

Her face was pale and twisted with rage as she gripped my shoulders, demanding fiercely:

"Why does the academic advisor know about the money? Did you snitch on me?"