My Roommate is Worried that I Will Steal Her Boyfriend

My roommate, Estelle Lee, found a boyfriend who was an athlete.

She was constantly worried that I, who was in the same club as her boyfriend, would snatch him away from her.

Consequently, she risked everything and spread rumors to tarnish my reputation on a large scale.

With her efforts, everyone at the school knew that I was a slut, a mistress, and a cheap girl that could sleep with any man for the sake of money.

I, who had been inarticulate since my childhood, wondered what to say and how to defend myself.

When Estelle once again exaggerated in front of our classmates about me and several senior men having fun every night, I couldn't help but punch her in the mouth.

Not venting my anger, I continued to punch her several times. It wasn't until her mouth bled and she fell to the ground that I stopped.

Everyone looked at me in shock.

I pointed at Estelle lying on the ground and said, "If you continue to spread rumors about me like her, this will be your fate too."

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Someone helped Estelle into the dormitory.

She covered her mouth with a tissue. Her hair was messy, and her clothes were dirty.

Seeing her like this, Libby Carter exclaimed, "What happened?"

Estelle couldn't speak as she glanced at me.

I was leaning against the bed frame, browsing my cell phone.

Seeing that Estelle glanced at me, Libby figured out the situation in her heart. She walked towards me angrily.

"Did you hire a man to hit her?"

"You slut. You seduce men every day and ask them to fight for you. Did your parents send you here to sell yourself? How can you be so cheap? If I were your mother, I would be so ashamed..."

Estelle waved her hand to signal Libby to stop talking further.

But it was too late.

I put down my cell phone and slapped Libby twice.

Libby was hit, and her face quickly turned red.

Her eyes were full of disbelief as she said, "You dare to hit me!"

She raised her hand and wanted to fight back.

I had been practicing boxing for four years anyway. I grabbed her wrist easily and locked her arm. Then Libby couldn't move.

Even so, Libby didn't shut up and learn her lesson, cursing, "You bitch. You dare to hit me and Estelle. I will tell the counselor about this. Then you can't graduate."

...

I said, "Okay, it happened that I plan to tell the counselor about how you have been treating me in these four years."