Chapter 3

In the comment section, a user had commented: Nothing to lose sleep over. Just pick the one who fits your needs better.

The creator (@Romeo_Dream) replied: One is my girlfriend, sweet and pure like a white lily. The other is her roommate—hot, wild, and gorgeous like a red rose. Every time I see her, my heart races.

Honestly, compared to my girlfriend, I feel like the roommate and I are a match made in heaven. She's about 5'7", and I'm 5'5". I'm seven years older than her, a hard-working construction guy making $3,500 a month. That's more than enough to provide for her.

How do I win over this red rose? Any tips?

I almost choked on my noodles. Making $3,500 a month and he's already trying to cheat? The audacity.

Thankfully, the internet comments were brutal.

Are you seriously choosing? What do these girls see in you? Your height? Your empty wallet? Or your musty old-man smell?

Desire is human nature, but self-control is class. You have a girlfriend and you're drooling over her roommate? You're like a stray dog in heat. Cheap and pathetic.

Any college guy she finds will be ten times better than you. Stop dreaming, you ugly troll.

Reading these comments made me feel incredibly satisfied.

But then, a user named @Alpha_Mindset left a comment:

If you want to get her, you need to create "accidents." Find a way to get her pregnant.

Once she's carrying your kid, her parents will beg you to marry her. You won't even have to buy an engagement ring or pay for a wedding.

I couldn't believe how sick and twisted some people could be.

A mob of angry users started replying and bashing @Alpha_Mindset, but he didn't care. He just kept egging the creator on to take action.

I didn't even need to click his profile to know exactly what kind of bitter, lonely incel he was.

But my satisfaction turned to absolute horror when I saw the creator's reply.

@Alpha_Mindset, I like how you think. Actually, I cornered her outside her door tonight.

She looked so flustered and excited when she saw me, though she tried to play hard to get.

I grabbed the chance to give her a coffee spiked with a little "special ingredient." Once she drinks it, she'll be carrying my baby in no time.

My heart stopped.

I checked the creator's location. It was in my exact neighborhood.

Connecting all the dots... as much as I didn't want to believe it, @Romeo_Dream was definitely Gary!

My hands started shaking. What "special ingredient" did he put in there?

I stared at the coffee can on my desk. Upon closer inspection, the tab had been slightly tampered with.

Realizing what it was, I grabbed the can and threw it across the room. It slammed into the far wall.

I ran to the bathroom and scrubbed my hands with soap and sanitizer about ten times, my skin turning bright red.

This was disgusting!

My first instinct was to add his Snapchat and scream at him, but then I stopped.

A delusional, narcissistic creep like Gary... if I provoked him, there was no telling what extreme things he might do.

With Daisy gone, I was completely alone in this apartment. It was dangerous.

I lost my appetite completely. I kept refreshing the comments, my chest tight with anxiety.

The internet was still ripping Gary to shreds.

You have nothing, yet you don't appreciate what you have. Let your girlfriend go, she deserves better.

This is disgusting. The roommate hit the absolute worst luck running into you.

Did you skip biology class? You think drinking something gets a girl pregnant? Do you think her stomach connects to her uterus?

Lmao, his IQ perfectly matches his creepy face.

But then, a new comment from @Alpha_Mindset made my blood run cold.

Hey idiot, whatever you put in her drink won't get her pregnant. It'll just digest in her stomach.

If you want to lock her down, just break into her room tonight while it's dark. Take her virginity. Girls never forget their first.

Once the deed is done, she's yours. She won't have a choice.

How could anyone be this evil?

This @Alpha_Mindset guy didn't even know me, yet he was actively plotting to ruin my life.

A second later, Gary liked the comment and replied with three rose emojis.

Panic seized me.

A lunatic like Gary might actually try it.

I had rented this place because it was right next to the public library, which made studying convenient.

But now, staying here was a literal threat to my life.

I grabbed my phone and charger, deciding to head back to my dorm on campus tonight. I'd have a friend come back with me tomorrow to pack my things.

I walked to the door and slowly turned the deadbolt.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The door suddenly shook violently.

From the other side, Gary's muffled, greasy voice echoed through the wood.

"Chloe? Are you in there? I see the light under your door. Open up, I need to talk to you about something."