Challenge #5: The Unforeseen Roommate

They all pulled out their phones, their eyes scanning the digital screen for room assignments.

Francisco squinted at his phone, his voice breaking the silence. "It looks like all six of us are in different buildings," he said, his tone hinting at a mix of disappointment and surprise.

Rihanna grinned, glancing at her own phone. "Nah, I'm in the same building as Rurki," she said, her voice light with amusement.

Rurki, who had been scanning the area, gave a casual nod. "Nice," he muttered, half-focused on something outside.

Ramon shrugged, already thinking ahead. "It's still early. After we get settled in, we can meet up," he suggested, his tone steady and practical.

Damion, who had been leaning back casually, nodded in agreement. "So true. We should," he said before the group started to break apart, heading toward their respective rooms.

[Apartment 1A]

Rurki and Rihanna entered the building and walked toward the reception desk, where a woman with a stern expression was waiting. Her eyes didn't seem to leave her paperwork as they approached.

"Names," she said, her voice firm and efficient.

"Rurki," Rurki replied, giving her a slight nod.

"And Rihanna," Rihanna added with a friendly smile.

The woman looked up for a moment, handing them each a card. She focused on Rurki as she spoke, her voice cold but clear. "Rurki, your room is on the 4th floor, Room 303. Your roommate is already there.

Rihanna, you're on the 2nd floor, Room 109."

"Thanks," they said in unison, nodding as they grabbed their cards and started toward the elevator when they stepped in rurki holds up his head and look around.

Once inside the elevator, Rurki pressed the button for the 2nd and 4th floor, leaning back against the wall. He glanced around, feeling a little out of place in the sterile, high-end building.

"So, we have roommates, huh?" he muttered, looking at Rihanna. "Why, though? Don't they have enough rooms?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

Rihanna raised an eyebrow, glancing around as if the walls might have ears. "Shhhh," she warned, pulling him closer.

"Watch what you say. What if there's a camera here?" she whispered, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

Rurki gave a small laugh. "Nah, I checked. No cameras." He waved off her concern with a shrug.

The elevator dinged, and Rihanna stepped off with a quick wave. "Text me when you're done, bestie!" she called over her shoulder.

As the elevator doors closed behind him, Rurki couldn't shake the strange feeling gnawing at him. If I get eliminated... he thought. My future ends here too. Damn...

The elevator finally reached the 4th floor. As he stepped out, he grabbed one bag off his shoulder and balanced another in his hand. He paused in the hall, his eyes scanning for his room number.

Room 303. Room 303... He muttered, glancing at each door. Aha, here we are.

He swiped his card, the door clicking open. As he stepped inside, his jaw dropped. The space wasn't just an apartment—it was a penthouse.

The living room boasted a massive flat-screen TV, a comfortable couch, and sleek, modern furniture.

The kitchen was fully equipped with a giant refrigerator, a commercial-grade stove, and a sink that looked like it belonged in a restaurant.

Rurki couldn't help but marvel. "Wow," he muttered, walking further in. Can this get any better?

Rurki goes up stairs and noticed two doors, one on the left and one on the right. "The lady said my roommate was already here... but where?" He shrugged, thinking it might be Rihanna she was telling had a roommate.

He approached the door on the right and knocked lightly. When there was no answer, he pushed it open, only to be met with the shock of a lifetime.

Inside was a beautiful, light-skinned girl with jet-black hair tied up in a huge white ribbon. Her eyes were a soft, shimmering pink, and her petite yet curvaceous frame was draped in nothing but a purple bra and panties.

"What the hell?" Rurki gasped, his face turning crimson.

Before he could process what was happening, she whipped around, her face lighting up with fury.

"That's my line, pervert!"

She bolted to her feet, her hand flying out to push him out of the room. Rurki stumbled back in surprise as she slammed the door in his face, leaving him standing in the hall, wide-eyed.

Rurki stood there for a moment, still trying to comprehend what just happened.

What the hell?

He muttered under his breath and shook his head. "Guess I'm on the left."

With a deep breath, he turned and headed toward the other door, hesitating for a second before turning the handle.

When the door creaked open, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Rurki's voice faltered. "Wait... I'm sharing a room... with a girl?"

**[Few Minutes Later, 1st Floor Reception]**

Rurki stood stiffly at the reception desk, his mind racing as Taylah Augustus, the head of council deputy head Chancellor of T.B.C. Private High, glared at him. Taylah, dressed in a sleek blue dress that highlighted her confident demeanor, was causing a scene, and Rurki's pulse quickened.

"I wanna switch rooms," Taylah said, her voice tinged with annoyance.

The receptionist, unfazed, shook her head. "Taylah, you can't be switching rooms."

"Why not? This dude is a pervert!" Taylah snapped, pointing an accusing finger at Rurki.

Rurki froze, his heart hammering in his chest. "Wait, I'm not though—" He started, but the words died in his throat as the receptionist raised an eyebrow.

"Be honest, are you?" the lady asked, her gaze now on him, piercing and suspicious.

"Nooo," Rurki blurted, his face flushing with embarrassment. "It's all a misunderstanding."

Rurki's mind spiraled. *Shit, shit, shit. Am I going to get eliminated over this simple misunderstanding?* He thought, panic creeping into his thoughts as he fidgeted nervously.

The receptionist let out a long sigh. "Hmm, it's clearly a misunderstanding. Now, please go back to your room, Miss Taylah, and stop bothering me. If after the next round of eliminations you still want to change, you can. But for now, go back." She turned to Rurki with a knowing look. "And as for you, Mr. Rurki—next time, knock."

Rurki's face turned a deeper shade of red, his mind reeling from the awkward situation. *Knock. I'll remember to knock.* He nodded vigorously, hoping this embarrassing moment would soon be behind him.