Starting Over, I Tear Apart the Fake and Poisonous Best Friend

While Maeve was still screaming at me, our other two roommates, Sara and Emily, walked in.

They thought I was having a full-blown argument with Maeve and rushed to break it up.

“What’s going on here?” they asked.

With tears in my eyes, I explained everything that had just happened.

Their expressions were priceless, exactly what I expected. After all, they’d overheard how awful Maeve had been.

Sara was the first to speak up.

“Come on, it’s Holly’s money. She should be the one deciding how to use it.”

Emily chimed in, “Exactly! And if you can’t trust your own dad, who can you trust?”

Maeve’s face turned bright red from their comments, stammering before finally storming out with a huff, saying, “None of your business!” and slamming the door behind her.

After she left, I took Sara and Emily out for a celebratory dinner.

That night, Maeve didn’t return to the dorm.

When she finally showed up the next day, she acted as if nothing had happened, speaking to me like everything was normal.

It was obvious why – she wasn’t about to lose her long-term meal ticket, especially now that she knew I’d won the lottery.

Trying to butter me up, she suggested, “Holly, why don’t we go out and celebrate your win over dinner?”

Her shamelessness knew no bounds.

Suppressing my sarcasm, I smiled and replied, “Sure, but I transferred the money to my dad yesterday, so I’ve only got about a thousand left for myself.”

“A thousand dollars?”

Her face was filled with disbelief, but then she quickly added, “Well, okay, a thousand it is.”

“I’ve been dying to try out that new sushi place by the school.”

We hadn’t even made it to the restaurant when a group of guys approached us.

The moment Maeve spotted them, her eyes lit up, and she waved eagerly.