I Work For My Roommate’s Love Pool Chapter 07

I Work For My Roommate’s Love Pool Chapter 07

I ran up to him, gasping for air. I pointed at an empty water bottle on the floor behind him, my eyes

wide with greed.

“Griff… that bottle. Can I have it? I need to recycle it for the deposit.”

The air left the room.

Griffin and his teammates stood there, jaws hitting the floor.

He used to love my working-class hustle.

He thought my part-time jobs and financial aid struggles were heroic.

But this? Standing barefoot in front of the whole school, begging for a five-cent bottle?

This wasn’t resilient. It was embarrassing.

[CRITICAL ERROR! ‘Resilient Wild Rose’ module exceeded acceptable threshold!]

[WARNING! Griffin Wilder is experiencing intense repulsion! Conversion channel severely

damaged!]

[Griff is done too! Someone stop her!]

Griffin’s face went from red to white to a bruised purple. He felt like a joke, and everyone was

laughing.

His phone rang.

It was Chloe. Her voice was a high-pitched whine. “Griff, the strap on my new designer bag

snapped. Come fix it! I can’t figure out how the clasp works…”

Griffin roared into the phone:

“Fix your own bag! I’m in the middle of a game! Do you do anything besides spend money? Screw

off!”

He hurled his phone against the bleachers, shattering it into pieces.

Then he stormed out of the gym, leaving the game unfinished.

I calmly picked up the water bottle and gathered the pieces of his broken phone.

Hey, the parts were probably worth something.

Only one left, Caleb Reed.

The student body president. The refined Golden Boy who fell for my “elegant and poised” routine.

I decided to go for the jugular.

Friday was the prestigious Greek Life Alumni Gala. Every big name on campus was there.

Caleb, as president, had everything riding on this night.

I used my old student government connections to snag a server’s uniform.

The ballroom was all silk dresses and champagne flutes.

Caleb was in the center of it all, looking every bit the elite Ivy League success story.

It was my turn to serve.

I carried a platter of Slow-cooked BBQ Ribs with dripping sauce. They were greasy, messy, and

smelled like a heart attack.

I waited until Caleb was deep in conversation with a high-profile female donor, then I tripped.

“Whoops!”

The entire tray of steaming, sauce-covered ribs slammed right into Caleb’s white, six-figure custom

tuxedo.

Grease and sauce exploded across his chest.

The donor screamed and jumped back.

The music cut out.

Caleb froze. He looked down at the brown sludge dripping off his lapels. His perfect smile finally

shattered.

I scrambled up and started cleaning his jacket with my filthy sleeves, smearing the sauce even deeper.

“I’m so sorry, Caleb! I didn’t mean to! I was just… I was so hungry, they smelled so good, and I lost my balance…”

[SYSTEM CRASH! ‘Elegant Socialite’ module destroyed! Data unreadable!]

[WARNING! Caleb Reed’s ‘Authentic Soul’ filter has collapsed! Favorability at zero! Moving into negative values!]

[EMERGENCY! All four sources of favorability are contaminated! System cannot extract charm!

Transfer channel offline!]

Caleb’s phone rang.

With trembling hands, he answered.

Chloe was on the other end, bragging to her roommate.

“Caleb is basically my ATM. He does whatever I want. Tonight, I’m making him book every

Michelin-star reservation for the semester. I’m gonna eat through them all. Burp!”

A loud, wet burp echoed through the speaker.

Caleb’s face went from pale to ash-gray.

Victory was mine.