Declaring War on My Nightmare Roommate Chapter 2

When I got home, Jessica wasn't around. I took a shower and went to my room, making sure to lock the door behind me.

She didn't get back until after 9 PM, and the moment she walked in, she started screaming at me from the living room.

It was the usual stream of insults and curses. I was practically immune by then.

I wasn't going to waste my energy arguing. I put on my headphones – world blocked out. I was exhausted and just wanted peace.

The next morning, I packed up my essentials and locked my door securely before leaving. Who knew what she might pull while I was gone?

When I came home that evening, I was hit by an overpowering, acrid stench of stale urine the second I opened the front door. It was strongest right outside my bedroom door.

It was the peak of summer, boiling hot, and Jessica refused to open the living room windows. No ventilation at all. The air hung thick with the sour, foul smell. It was enough to make you gag.

This kind of disgusting, petty move had Jessica written all over it.

I went straight to her door and knocked hard. Jessica stumbled out, hair messy, eyes bleary, looking like she’d just woken up and extremely annoyed.

"What do you want?"

I pointed to the still-damp stain outside my door.

"Did you do this?"

Jessica's eyes darted around. She didn't admit it.

"You got proof? You're blaming me based on that? I don't smell anything."

"Watch it, don't go accusing people! You need evidence!"

The nerve of her, acting all indignant! Anyone else might have had a heart attack from the sheer rage.

Luckily, my heart's pretty resilient. I could handle her "deny everything" attitude.

Then, she immediately turned it back on me.

"And speaking of you, what time do you call this? Didn't I tell you no noise after nine? If your brain's not working right, maybe eat some pig brains or something."

(Okay, maybe she didn't say pig brains, but that was the vibe). Her bossy tone was infuriating. There was no reasoning with someone like this.

I didn't waste any more breath on her. I mopped the floor multiple times and sprayed a ton of air freshener – the strong floral kind I knew she hated – just to cover up the disgusting smell.

She hated perfume? Fine, I'd spray it! Let's see how she liked that.

Jessica pinched her nose and yelled, "Are you crazy? Who said you could spray that stuff?"

I grabbed the air freshener, aimed it vaguely in her direction (not at her, just near her), and gave it a good spritz. "Your attitude stinks. Thought I'd help clear the air."

She lunged at me, furious. But I just easily twisted her wrist, and she yelped in pain.

All bark and no bite. How dare she challenge me?

After that little lesson, Jessica actually quieted down for a couple of days. When I ate some microwaved leftover fish in the living room (which, okay, does smell pretty strong), she just glared at me from the sidelines.

I thought maybe she’d finally learned her lesson. But nope. A couple of days later, I found my towel – the one I’d carelessly left hanging outside to dry – had this yellowish, crusted stuff on it. I sniffed it. The stench was horrific.

Oh my god. Did she actually wipe her ass with my towel?

I usually kept my towel in my room specifically to prevent this kind of crap. But I’d been in a rush that morning and just hung it on the balcony railing.

And wouldn't you know it, she didn't disappoint. She really stooped that low.

This time, I didn’t confront her. There's no point arguing with someone completely unreasonable.

Fine. If she wanted to play dirty, let's see who could be dirtier.

That night, I ordered a bulk pack of stink bombs online. Those things are no joke. I'd used them for pranks before. They smell absolutely vile.