You Mocked Me I’m The One You Fear Chapter 11
I gave her a quick nod and headed upstairs.
“Maya!”
When I opened the door, Vanessa was sitting on her bed.
She hesitated when she saw me, then forced out a smile.
“You’re back.”
I nodded and sat at my desk.
She came closer, speaking as though nothing had happened between us.
“We’ve been roommates for years. You’re not seriously going to hold everything I said yesterday against me, right? I was under a ridiculous amount of pressure. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
I looked up at her.
Her expression was convincing. Innocent, even.
But people can control their mouths more easily than their eyes.
The jealousy and calculation there were much harder to hide than the smile.
“Are we close?” I asked.
She paused, then recovered quickly.
“Maya, don’t do that. I know I said things I shouldn’t have, but I was stressed. You know what my head was like before that match—”
“Vanessa, we don’t have anything to talk about.”
I looked back at my desk.
“And stop pretending. It’s embarrassing.”
She stood there for several seconds.
The smile slowly disappeared.
“Don’t let two days of people talking about you make you think you get to rewrite everything that happened before.”
Her voice turned cold.
“You’re popular right now, so you think everyone should be lining up for you. But don’t forget who looked out for you at Westbridge these last three years. Without Ethan and me, do you really think you would’ve had half the access you did in engineering and computer science?”
I stared at her for a second.
“Vanessa, do you actually believe the whole world owes you something?”
I leaned back in my chair.
“Your version of ‘looking out for me’ was treating me like an unpaid assistant. When you were in a good mood, I got a smile. When you weren’t, you threw things, snapped at me, and expected me to make you feel better.”
My smile faded.
“Don’t confuse the fact that I used to let things go with me being willing to take anything.”
Her face tightened.
“Fine. You’re amazing now. Congratulations.”
She turned and slammed the door behind her.
That night, I requested a room change.
Mostly because I no longer trusted what she might do when I wasn’t there.
My academic adviser approved the request the same day.
“Housing happens to have a single available. I’ve forwarded your paperwork.”
Then she added, “The dean’s office also wants to speak with you about an independent research grant and long-term access to the security lab. Everything still has to go through the regular approval process, but they’d like to move quickly.”