Confession Wall Chapter 2

Our dorm was structured with loft beds above and personal desks and closets below.

A sliver of light from the hallway crept through the gap under the door, casting a dim glow directly on Sienna's face.

I held my breath.

After what felt like an eternity, the rustling stopped.

Aside from the soft grinding of teeth from my other two roommates, the room returned to absolute silence.

I never locked my closet door.

The next morning, nothing valuable was missing, but another pair of my lace underwear was gone.

Sienna and I were both from Upstate New York, sharing similar habits.

Because of that, she was the closest friend I had in this dorm.

I checked the campus confession page again and noticed the post had been taken down.

As I stared at my phone in a daze, it suddenly vibrated.

"Faye Mercer. Get to my office immediately."

The academic advisor's harsh voice barked through the speaker.

My heart sank.

I walked toward the administration building.

At the end of the long hallway, I saw Sienna leaning close to a tall, lean guy, whispering to him.

"I'm really sorry, Bob," she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, her face a mask of sweet apology. "Faye is my roommate, but I honestly had no idea she was capable of doing something so disgusting."

The guy was wearing a varsity basketball jersey and a headband. His handsome face was like a block of ice.

It was Bob Shaw, the star athlete from the sports department.

"I'd stay away from her if I were you," Bob replied coldly. "You don't want people dragging your name into the mud with hers."

"And what exactly am I supposed to have done?"

My sudden voice made Sienna gasp. Her face froze. "Faye. You're here."

Bob stared at me for a few seconds before letting out a scoff. "So you're the famous campus bicycle," he said, stepping closer to inspect me with blatant disgust. "You're not even that hot. Did you think because our campus is so big, your clients wouldn't talk to each other?"

"First, I don't know who the hell you're talking about. Second, don't try to pin your garbage rumors on me. And third, your breath stinks."

Before he could reply, I brought my heel down hard onto his foot.

His face twisted in agony.

I walked right past him, stopping directly in front of Sienna.

Smack.

I slapped her across the face.

Sienna clutched her cheek, tears welling up instantly. "Faye, just because you got caught doesn't mean you get to take your anger out on me!"

Hearing the commotion, our advisor, Mr. Gable, slammed his office door open and marched out.

His face was dark with fury, spit flying as he shouted, "Faye Mercer! You've brought enough shame to this department, and now you're assaulting your classmates?!"

Sienna shrunk behind Mr. Gable, whimpering, "Mr. Gable..."

Tears streamed down her face in perfect, pathetic drops.

But I caught the fleeting gleam of triumph in her eyes. I took a deep breath. "Mr. Gable, what shameful thing have I done? If you are referring to the confession page, let's put aside whether that post is even about me. Spreading my name and violating my privacy is a crime. It is sexual harassment and defamation. If I call the police, who do you think is going to be more embarrassed?"

"Cut the act," Bob sneered, pulling up a photo on his phone and shoving it in my face. "Are you going to tell me this isn't you?"

My chest tightened.

It was an intimate, bedroom photo.