Crazy Roommate Obsessed with Showering on the Balcony Chapter 2

The girls ranted in the WhatsApp Group, calling her shameless and indecent and accusing her of trying to steal their boyfriends.

Lyric, furious, taunted them back, saying they were plain, unattractive, and lacked charm.

“If your boyfriend leaves you for me, that’s your problem, not mine,” she snapped.

Someone screenshotted her toxic remarks and shared them on MyCampus Forum and TikTok.

The scandal grew, trending online as more and more people took sides.

The outrage was fierce. Female students formed the Campus Conduct Task Force, vowing to expose and humiliate the girl in the photos.

Before they could act, a gang of punks showed up at our dorm, demanding that the girl in the photos spend the night with them.

Sensing danger, Lyric panicked.

She pointed at me to save herself, accusing me, “It’s her! She’s the one showering on the balcony!”

She even claimed I was the one who made nasty comments in the WhatsApp Group, using my account to post them without my knowledge.

Before I could explain, the punks dragged me to Willowshade Park.

Desperate, I begged our other roommate, Quinn Langley, to help me.

Quinn coldly sided with Lyric. “Juliette, don’t try to blame this on Lyric. Own up to what you’ve done.”

“At most, they’ll strip you. It’s not the end of the world.”

“You need to take responsibility for your actions.”

And so, I was dragged into the woods, violated until death, and left naked on the street like garbage.

Passersby spat on my body, calling me disgusting, while my corpse rotted in the open.

Lyric, untouched, posted an apology on my behalf, claiming she had tried to help me reform.

The comments praised her while cursing me.

Lyric became a viral content creator, landing brand deals left and right.

Meanwhile, I was left to decay, forgotten and unloved.

But fate gave me another chance.

This time, I’ll make sure Lyric Ashcroft and Quinn Langley pay.

“Juliette? What’s taking so long? Bring it here!”

Snapped from my thoughts, I smiled faintly and handed her the body wash.

“Here you go. Take your time. You said the longer you wash and sunbathe, the better the results, right? Make it even.”

Lyric grabbed the bottle, pleased, and began lathering herself.

“Juliette, do you think my skin looks better these days?” she asked, rubbing her arms.

I glanced at the bustling crowd below. Morning classes had just ended, and the area was packed.

“Definitely,” I said. “Cold showers and sunlight are magical for detoxing. Your skin’s glowing, and you’re more radiant than ever.”

Flattered, Lyric became even more enthusiastic. She crouched, spreading her legs to wash herself intimately, entirely oblivious to the phones aimed at her from the boys’ dorm across the way.

In my last life, her face was blurred in the photos, allowing her to blame me.

Not this time.

“Lyric!” I called loudly. “Do you need a towel?”

Startled, she turned to look at me.

The cameras caught her face, and her name was soon whispered among the growing crowd below.

“She’s Lyric Ashcroft?”

“Man, what a slut.”

“She looks more like a working girl than a student.”