My Roommate is Worried that I Will Steal Her Boyfriend

Suddenly, everyone started to distance themselves from me tacitly.

During class, wherever I sat, my classmates would get up and find another seat.

After class, when I walked on the school road, everyone would keep their distance from me, intentionally or unintentionally.

Several girls gathered, chatting downstairs in the dormitory. Seeing me approaching, they suddenly shut up and exchanged glances, looking at me occasionally.

I was distressed.

I didn't know what had happened.

During the break between two consecutive professional classes, I went to the bathroom.

While washing my hands in front of the sink, I heard two girls discussing inside a cubicle.

"We should tell the counselor about this. If she has AIDS, it will be risky for everyone."

"Did she get AIDS from serving clients? That's too scary."

"I don't know. Per Estelle, she wants to move out of the dormitory."

"Don't mention Estelle. I want to graduate early. It's so unlucky to be in the same class as her."

I waited for the two of them to come out of the cubicle and walked up to them.

I asked, "Who has AIDS?"

They were all stunned at the sight of me.

I wanted to get closer to them and have a talk, but they stepped back.

One of the girls trembled and said, "Stay away from us."

It was as if I had a virus on me.

I instantly knew everything.

After class, I rushed into the dormitory and pulled Estelle, who was lying on the bed and browsing her cell phone.

Estelle, with disheveled hair, was pulled down. She cursed, "Siena, are you going nuts again?"

I gritted my teeth and said, "I should have torn your mouth into pieces at that time!"

Estelle knew it when she saw me like this. She tried to defend herself with no evidence.

"I am not the one spreading the rumor that you have AIDS."

I grabbed her hair and said, "I have AIDS? If I had AIDS, you would be the first one to get infected."

The classmates watching the show gathered outside our dormitory, but no one dared to approach.

After all, if I infected one with AIDS, one's life would be ruined.

There was a pair of scissors on the table. I reached out to take it and cut my finger. Blood gushed out.

I grabbed Estelle's hand and forced her to open her fingers. I then cut her finger.

The onlookers exclaimed. Some timid ones ran away in fear.

Someone screamed, "Siena, if you intentionally infect Estelle, it will be a crime!"

I said, "I know that you won't believe me no matter how many times I explain. You'd better see it with your own eyes!"

After saying that, I dropped my blood onto Estelle's wound.

Estelle, who was struggling desperately just now, calmed down.

She stared at the wound and said, "I know you don't have AIDS."

I put down the scissors and said, "Then why are you spreading rumors?"

The onlookers sighed, saying, "So Estelle was spreading rumors for no reason."

"It's outrageous to spread such rumors. It's so disgraceful."

"It made us worried and scared these days. We all kept our distance from Siena."

"The class monitor even told the counselor about this. Siena will be summoned for an interview."

"It's indeed a sin."

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

They stopped discussing one after another.

Upon turning around, I saw the counselor standing at the door. Looking gloomy, she looked at me, who was neatly dressed, and then at Estelle, who had disheveled hair.

"Both of you. Come to my office!"