Roomates

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I went to a boarding school in New York for high school. When I was a senior, my roommate and I started the college stuff. Applications and everything. You see, my roommate and I were good friends, but we were almost polar opposites. My roommate was good at everything he does, getting girls, tests, everything. Me on the other hand, was almost kicked out of school for bad grades. Getting an A or B was a super rare occasion. I started getting more and more stressed out. I was jealous of my roommate, I was jealous of his good looks, good grades, and his hot girlfriend. Sometimes I would see them together and I would try to fight the idea of stealing her. But the thing was, we were good friends, but friendship always came with a price.i won't be the one paying the price.
I bought some rat poison and ground it up. I was okay at cooking, I just needed to find a good recipe. My roommate's birthday was drawing near, so I'm going to make a special cake. Just for him.

The day of his birthday finally came. I smiled to myself as I thought of destroying my competition. I made a normal chocolate cake for him. I ground up the rat poison and mixed it in a small portion of the icing. The special icing was going on only one cupcake. His cupcake.

He gobbled that cupcake up. All I could do was smile. Thirty minutes later, he started coughing. His girlfriend stood up quickly and started screaming. Now what can she do? Her precious boyfriend is dying. She can't to anything. Elbow and pink foam started developing at the edges of his mouth. The pink indicated internal bleeding.
"Do something for fucks sake!" She shouted at me.
"Oh dear, why should I do anything?" I calmly said. I stood up pushed her against the doorway. Pressing myself against her. She started struggling but I took my hands and pushed them against the wall. I leaned in and kissed her.
"I'm so sorry darling." I said. I grabbed my gun, placed it on her forehead, and pulled the trigger.
I grabbed my keys and my duffel bag and ran out the door. The police would arrive soon.

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