The Roommate From Hell

hot surge of anger in my chest. They saw a villain. Mr. Harrison saw a problem

er. Calm. Precise. I looked past Mr. Harrison and directly at Mark. His sobbing hi

oming out colder and harder than I e

whimpered, holding up a long grocery receipt. "It was $302.50. Just give me $151.25 and we ca

of his fake offe

ution. Why don't you just pay Mark what you owe him, and we can all move on with our day?"

k the liar and a cheat that he was. But I knew that would only make me l

I said

ace fell. The cro

, bewildered. "Why not? This

ause I never asked for any of this. I never agreed to buy it. This is his food." I gestured to the pile. "Tha

son. "And second, and more importantly,

ll over t

Mr. Harrison asked

ing with clarity. "This entire purchase was charged to my card. I just got the fraud alert on my phone on the way over here." I held u

te. He hadn' t expected this. He had planned for

d, his act falling apart. "I would ne

eceipt that proves you paid for it. If you can' t, then we have a real problem. And I am more than willing t

asn't about being a jerk roommate anymore; it was about committing a crime. Mark stared a

way through the edge of th

Mr. Harrison. "I was with Alex all weekend studying. We ate at the dining ha

me to Sarah, then back to the pile of groceries that was supposed to be his triumph. His brilliant plan