Semua Bab Tiramisu Prophecy: My Roommate Wants Me Dead: Bab 1 - Bab 9

I looked Tyler in the eye. "I won't do it."I'd thought Andrew genuinely wanted to be friends with me. I'd given him the notes I put together, helped him sign up for classes, saved him seats, and let him tag along on various competitions with me.But from now on, I knew all of that would change. He was the furthest thing from sincere—all he had in him was scheming and trickery.I wasn't going to be the asphalt on his path to success. No way.The room went quiet. Tyler suddenly shoved his chair back. The chair legs scraped across the tile with a sharp, grating screech.His voice was as cold as a knife edged in ice. "If you won't do it, then I will. You're making such a big deal out of something this small and dragging it out forever. I really misjudged you, Luke. You don't deserve to be my friend."He turned and headed for the door."Tyler, don't go!" Andrew immediately lunged forward and grabbed Tyler's sleeve.He clutched it tightly, his voice anxious yet soft. "You haven't ev

The footsteps in the hallway yanked me out of my sleep. Heavy leather soles struck the tiles, one after another, getting closer and closer.I opened my eyes. It was 7:00 am, but the dorm room door was wide open, and the doorway was packed with people—two cops, Professor Trent, the student advisor, and Andrew, half-supported by Tyler.Everyone already knew what had happened, just like in the prediction. And everyone had kept it from me. No one had asked me a single question. It was like they'd all silently agreed that I was the one behind this.No one had even thought about speaking up for me. Every single person was on Andrew's side. They were backing him up and coming for me.His eyes were bloodshot. He clutched a sheet of paper in his hand—the lab report—its corners crushed and wrinkled. He sagged against Tyler's arm, like his legs could give out any second.When he saw that I was awake, hurt instantly filled his eyes. He asked shakily, "Luke… How could you do this to me over a

The police officer snapped his notebook shut. "Alright, we've got a grasp on the situation."He turned to his colleague. "Take Andrew Hayes and the dessert shop owner back to the station for statements.""Wait a second." Professor Trent adjusted his glasses.His hand slid from the frame as he turned to the officer, his tone suddenly softening. "Andrew has already given his statement. How is this related to him now?"He paused, his gaze shifting from the officer to land on Andrew's face. He went on, "The tiramisu was taken out from underneath the counter by the owner. It could very well be that she tampered with it herself, and Luke just happened to buy that box."It's perfectly reasonable for Andrew to be suspicious. You have no justification to drag him back to the station for another statement."Professor Trent patted Andrew's shoulder. "Don't be scared. This isn't your fault."His touch was light, like he was soothing a frightened child.Andrew's shoulder gave a slight tremo

I stood at the entrance of the faculty building for a long time. The wind poured down my collar, twisting my stomach with cold.I was so angry I couldn't speak, so angry that the tips of my fingers tingled.The look on Professor Trent's face was still stuck in my head. Those eyes behind the lenses, the downturn of his mouth, and how he'd said that I had to make it up to Andrew.With a single sentence, he'd handed my guaranteed grad school spot to Andrew.I leaned against the doorframe and took three deep breaths. It didn't help. The anger clogged my chest. I couldn't swallow it or spit it out.My phone buzzed. It was a notification from the campus subreddit. I unlocked the screen, my fingers still shaking from anger.After the video went up yesterday, the comments had all been roasting Andrew and Clara. But now, things had changed. New comments kept popping up one after another."Come on, the owner sells so many cakes a day. Missing out a few is normal.""Could be the raw mater