Mooching Off My Own Brother

Less than a month into college, everyone in my dorm decided I was the worst kind of male gold digger.

My rich roommate, Nathaniel Whitlock, had a box of imported cherries? I finished them.

His absurdly expensive skincare? I scooped out a generous amount and put it straight on my face.

Even his Whitlock family black card? I slipped it into my pocket and went downstairs to buy yogurt.

Our dorm rep, Preston Carver, looked at me with open disgust.

"Are you that desperate? You spend every day leeching off the Whitlock heir."