Roommate Scandals And Moldy Oranges
Language: en
My roommate sold me five thousand pounds of moldy oranges and had the audacity to swear they were fresh. I told her, "If they’re so good, why don't you eat one?" That night, she was rushed to the ER with acute hemorrhagic gastroenteritis. By the next morning, a rumor caught fire across campus: the "rich girl" had forced her poor, starving classmate to eat rot. Overnight, I went from the dean’s list sweetheart to the campus pariah—a literal "cockroach socialite." My boyfriend, the man I thought would be my rock, stood firmly by her side, publicly listing a hundred and eight "sins" I had…