Revenge On The Player

Chapter 33 (Edited)

I glanced at the clock, pausing from rushing around my empty yet messy dorm trying to clean it up. My eyes widened as it read in big red numbers 9:55pm. Shit, I only have five minutes to get rid of what my roommate left behind since she left to go home already.

I bet she left early on purpose so I would have to clean up after her like usual. Ugh, she's always hated me, I knew it, this just confirms it. I still haven't packed my suitcase despite my flight being at 10am tomorrow morning to go back home.

I jumped, almost dropping the rubbish bag in my hand when my laptop began ringing, the sound was like the cursed elevator music I hear every time I go into the lifts. Makes me want to bang my head against the wall in agony but I don't want to be called dramatic. I dropped the rubbish bag, letting it lean against my roommate's bed before running over to my laptop. I quickly pressed accept after reading Jack's name and sat at my desk.

"Well, isn't this a surprise, it's the king of fools," I joked with a grin. Jack chuckled before smiling.

"I'm hurt Prescott, truly," he said, pretending to wipe a non-existent tear away.

"I'll kiss it better when I see you tomorrow then," I smiled.

"Ah yes, the day I've been waiting for ever since you left."

"I think you mean since you left since you travelled to Canada to study."

"Same thing."

I rolled my eyes but inside I was giddy to go back home to see him again. I've missed my family, my friends, Jack and Lisa since I've gotten to visit her house with Jack when I'd return home for the holidays during my studies.

Jack has visited me on campus here more times than I can count in the past four years. A lot of those visits were by surprise. But nonetheless, I still missed him while I was away. That's why we've had our scheduled FaceTime calls every week. We've organised them to be our date night calls.

"Had fun cleaning up today?" Jack smirked. I huffed in annoyance and glared.

I had messaged him earlier, complaining about having to clean up all the shit my roommate left behind as a present. He suggested I leave it, that it's not my problem, but I cannot just leave rubbish for whoever uses this dorm next. That and my mother taught me well, to always be organised. Though she also told me to never snap at anyone because I might regret it but I digress.

"I still haven't finished and my suitcase isn't even packed yet!" I complained.

"I told you to stop stressing and overworking yourself; it's your last night, do what you can, pack your stuff, and get some rest," Jack said. I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

He's right, it's my last night but I know it's going to annoy me if I don't get everything done tonight. At least I'm almost done. Packing is not a problem, a quick process since I didn't have a lot of crap.

I don't even know how someone like my roommate could create such a mess on her side of the room on her last night yesterday. Like did she have a party in this cramped dorm using magic? Or did she purposely do this to enact revenge for when I told her to shut up because she was being too loud laughing at her phone while I was studying for an exam? I'll never know.

"I'm determined," I replied. Jack shook his head.

"I know you are and that's how I also know you'll get it done quickly," he grinned.

"Liar," I chuckled. He shrugged with a smile.

"You'll never know," Jack retorted jokingly.

"But I could if I go all private detective on you."