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When Zack Reed declared his feelings for the attractive new student, everyone expected me to have an emotional outburst and create a commotion. However, I was nowhere to be seen, even after his confession was complete.
Unbeknownst to Zack, I was actually in his roommate's room, wearing his hoodie and asking with exasperation:
"I've soaked your bed. Where will you sleep tonight?"
Simon Yates looked away, his throat moving visibly as he passed me a towel.
"Dry your hair first. I'll replace the bedding before you rest."
Zack was planning to reveal his feelings to that pretty transfer student.
He had instructed everyone to keep it from me. But he was unaware that some gossipy individuals couldn't resist and had already informed me.
It was common knowledge that I had feelings for Zack and imagined a future with him.
This time, it seemed Zack was completely smitten with that girl.
People anticipated that I would become hysterical, weep, and create a spectacle.
Everyone enjoys witnessing such romantic drama unfold.
They were all anticipating my meltdown and rush to disrupt the situation.
However, to their disappointment, even after Zack's successful confession, I hadn't appeared.
The crowd of spectators, three rows deep, began to lose enthusiasm.
Even Zack's expression lacked much happiness.
He embraced his new girlfriend and checked his phone.
There were no incoming calls or texts.

My Ex's Confession Backfired, I'm in His Roommate's Bed

The torrential downpour drowned out all other sounds.


Simon's voice, slightly drawling, cut through the silence, "Lola?"


"I'm stuck by the riverside and can't make it back. Could you come and get me?"


There was a brief pause on the other end. I anxiously clutched my umbrella, my hand damp with perspiration.


In my vision, as Simon gathered what was left of me, he appeared to weep.


His teardrops landed one after another on my decomposing remains.


Even in this imagined scene, I could sense that searing feeling.


Subsequently, he carried a tiny vessel containing my ashes with him for the rest of his days.


And he endured solitude for the remainder of his life.


I couldn't contain my emotions and stifled a whimper.


His tone remained detached, even tinged with a touch of annoyance.


"Hold on. I'll be there in about twenty minutes."


He said nothing more and ended the call.


By the time Simon showed up, I was drenched from top to bottom.


As he stepped out of the vehicle, his thin lips were firmly set, his expression as icy as if it held frost and ice.


I pushed my wet hair aside and gazed up at him with a cheerful grin, "Simon, you're quite punctual."


"Lola, you're foolish enough to risk your life."


He roughly grasped my arm and pushed me into the car.


"Dry yourself off. Don't mess up my car."


He glanced at me through the rearview mirror before skillfully turning the vehicle around.


"Oh." I dutifully wrapped myself in the blanket.


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