Blurb：
In this intense psychological thriller, Lila’s life turns upside down when her roommate Rachel Travis begins a subtle campaign of manipulation and exclusion. From social media slights to public humiliation, Rachel’s behavior escalates until Lila discovers her boyfriend Ryan Cooper at Rachel’s birthday party. Supported by dorm mates Natalie Rivers and Chloe Hart, Rachel gaslights Lila into questioning her own sanity. But when Lila decides to fight back using Rachel’s own tactics, the stage is set for a gripping tale of revenge and psychological warfare. This novel explores toxic friendships, gaslighting, and the dark side of dorm life with unforgettable characters including Rachel Travis, Lila, Ryan Cooper, Natalie Rivers, and Chloe Hart. Perfect for fans of psychological suspense and revenge stories about roommates turning against each other.
Content：
My roommate was Rachel Travis, and something about her behavior always felt off.
On social media, she hit the like button on every single persons posts, except mine.
Whenever she asked for help, I was always there. However, the one time I asked her for a pad, she wrinkled her nose and called it “disgusting”.
For my birthday, I invited the whole dorm to dinner. When hers rolled around, she invited everyone, except me.
Then, I saw my boyfriend, Ryan Cooper, at her birthday party. Thats when I finally snapped and confronted her. She looked at me, wide-eyed, all innocence.
“What? Everythings fine. Why are you acting like this? Youre just too sensitive.”
Even the other girls in the dorm piled on, saying I was overreacting and telling me I needed therapy.
So maybe I was “too sensitive”. Fine. Then, I would treat her exactly the way she treated me. Lets see how she liked it.
Chapter 1
My roommate Rachel Traviss behavior always struck me as strange.
We got along fine most of the time, but whenever it came to social media likes, shed go down the list of mutual friends, tapping like on everyones posts, except mine. Over and over again, she skipped me.
I thought maybe she just didnt see them and didnt think much more of it.
Every time she needed help, I gave it without hesitation. When I got my period and realized I was out of pads, I asked to borrow one from her.
She looked at me coldly. “This is mine. Why should I lend it to you? Do I have to?”
I paused, realizing she had a point, but I was in too much pain to get out of bed. So I said, weakly, “Then, could I buy one from you?”
Rachel flared up. “What do you take me for? You think I need your money? Im not selling it!”
Seeing her like that, I suddenly remembered her family background wasnt great. She lived off welfare. Maybe she thought I was humiliating her.
However, the cramps tore through me, and I couldnt think about that. My voice shook with weakness.
“Rachel, please just give me a pad. I need a pad”
She clicked her tongue when her eyes fell on my white pants that were stained red, her face twisting with disgust.
“Ugh. Filthy girl.”
In the end, I had to call a girlfriend on campus to buy pads and painkillers for me.
For a while after, Rachel kept coming to me for help and to borrow things. Every time I remembered how shed flat-out refused to sell me even one pad when I was in unbearable pain, my patience thinned.
So when she asked me again, I looked at her and said straight up, “Last time I asked to buy a pad, you deliberately refused me. So I dont really feel like lending you anything either.”
Rachels eyes went wide, and her voice turned pitiful, on the verge of tears. “No, Lila, why are you so sensitive? I wasnt refusing you. I only had one left, and I was on my period too. Youre really just too sensitive.”
Our other two roommates, Natalie Rivers and Chloe Hart, heard her voice and came over. Seeing Rachels fragile, innocent act, they took her side immediately.
“Lila, dont overthink it. Rachel wouldnt intentionally refuse you.”
“Come on. Were roommates. Lets not start suspecting each other.”
Sensitive? Was I really the one being sensitive?
I started doubting myself, questioning my own judgment, wondering if maybe I really was too sensitive.
However, later, I realized I had been right all along. Rachel had twisted everything and pushed the blame onto me. She was the one with the real problem!
I thought that since we were roommates and it was only the first semester, there was no need to sour things between us. Nonetheless, my genuine kindness had only made Rachel feel entitled to take advantage of me.
Chapter 2
On Rachels birthday, while I was still in the dorm, she excitedly invited our other two roommates right in front of me.
“Todays my birthday, so Im treating you both to dinner!”
Natalie and Chloe lit up, their eyes going wide with excitement. “Really? Thats awesome!”
I waited a long time, certain Rachel would turn to me next, but the invitation never came.
When I finally looked up, my eyes met hers. I forced a laugh. “What about me, Rachel? Dont act like Im invisible!”
Rachel gave a light, dismissive smile. “Lila, dont you have Student Office work today? You always seem so busy, so I didnt want to bother you.”
I froze. “I dont have work today.”
Her eyes flickered with impatience. “Well, the cake I ordered is just enough for three. There wont be any left for you.”
I laughed awkwardly. “Then I wont go. You guys have fun. Make sure to enjoy yourselves.”
Rachel didnt answer me. She linked arms with Natalie and Chloe, striding to the door.
“Lets go! Tonight its Dorm 115s private party!” she shouted loud enough to make sure I heard.
I sat there, unsettled. Was she really leaving me out just because I was busy with Student Office work? On my birthday, Id invited her. Even if she thought I might be too busy, shouldnt she at least have the decency to extend a polite invitation?
Left alone in the dorm and ignored like I didnt matter, I felt restless.
I video-called my boyfriend, Ryan Cooper, hoping hed come walk with me and distract me from all this, but he declined my call.
My chest tightened with unease. I quickly texted him: “Is something wrong?”
He replied: “Yeah, something urgent.”
“More urgent than my call?” I asked.
He shot back, his tone edged with irritation: “Obviously.”
“Okay then, Ill let you get back to it.”
His reaction stung. I didnt understand why hed snap at me like that. Maybe something really had come up. I tried to think positively and soothe myself.
A little later, he texted again: “Baby, sorry. I was busy just now. My tone came out harsh. Its my moms birthday today. I bought her a Gucci necklace. Now Im short on cash”
He attached a picture of the necklace with the price tag: 1,600 dollars.
My face stayed blank as I typed: “So you mean you want me to give you some of my living expenses again?”
He sent a laughing emoji. “Baby, what are you talking about? The money your family gives you its ours. Why are you making it sound like Im begging you?”
My brows furrowed. “Youve already gone through over 3,000 this month, and its not even mid-month yet. At this rate, Ill run out of living expenses too.”
He sent a rolling-eyes emoji. “Baby, just ask your dad and brother for more. Dont bother me with this.”
That comment left me raw and bitter.
Yes, my family lived comfortably. My dad, Richard Blaine, and my brother, Andrew, both doted on me. Dad gave me 3,000 dollars a month, and Andrew sent another 2,000. They always said a girl should be raised generously so shed never have to bow her head to anyone.
Ryan, on the other hand, came from a poor farming family. He was a year ahead of me, and Id first seen him onstage at the freshman orientation ceremony, where he gave a speech as the top student. Later, when I joined the Student Office, I got to know him through work.
He relied on scholarships and student loans to get by. Once we started dating, he learned I received two allowances. He often cried poor to me, insisting my money was our shared property.
Even before I could agree, hed already grabbed my phone and set himself up with a linked card through my account, using the full amount of my allowance as his limit. He swore hed only ever take a few hundred in an emergency.
Alas, that “few hundred” soon grew bigger, until he was spending nearly my whole monthly allowance.
He always justified it by saying it was for his mom, who he claimed was frail and sickly.
But the shocking truth? The “mom” he spent my money on was Rachel Travis.
Chapter 3
Before I could even finish arguing with Ryan, the dorm door opened.
Rachel, Natalie, and Chloe walked in together, laughing and chatting away. Their conversation was animated, full of stories and jokes that I knew nothing about. I couldnt even begin to join in.
Later, Rachel posted photos from her birthday party on social media.
Id been tied up with Student Office work the past three days, barely checking my phone. Out of nowhere, she sent me a message.
“Lila, whats your deal?”
My stomach twisted in confusion. I replied with a simple question mark.
She shot back with a rolling-eyes emoji. “I didnt invite you because I thought you were busy. And now youre deliberately ignoring my post? Not liking it on purpose?”
I sent another question mark. “No, I was just busy with Student Office work the last few days.”
Rachel fired back with another eye-roll emoji. “Wow, how coincidental. You just happened to be too busy to see my birthday post? Disgusting. What, did you scroll past it and pretend you didnt see?”
I was floored. Really? Id posted so many times, and shed skipped me every single time. I never once complained. But the one time she posts for her birthday, I didnt hit like, and suddenly I was the villain?
Her accusation lit a fire in me. I wasnt going to swallow it anymore. “Ive posted plenty of times, and Ive never once seen you like mine. Whos really pretending not to see things?”
Rachel shot back with an angry emoji. “Youre way too sensitive. I dont even check social media much, okay?”
I laughed bitterly as I typed. “If you dont check, how come you still manage to like everyone elses posts?”
The screen showed she was still typing, but no message came through. I knew she was just buying time, trying to spin her words into something reasonable, but I saw right through it. She was doing it on purpose.
A few minutes later, her reply popped up. “I didnt realize you were that sensitive. Its just a post. Are you really going to argue with me over something that small? I dont have time for all this drama. Girls like you always make things complicated.”
I sat there, speechless.
Who was the one who messaged me out of nowhere, demanding to know why I hadnt liked her birthday post, when I was in the middle of work?
It was only later that I learned why Rachel had been so upset about me not hitting like.
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