You Wavering Scumbag, Please Leave!

　　Before I woke up, Spencer Horne locked the door from outside.

　　When I woke up, I called him countless times, but he didn't answer.

　　In the end, I missed the math final exam.

　　At noon, he came back with my favorite strawberry cake.

　　"It's just that you missed an exam! College life without dating or failing in exams is a boring one."

　　"Sorry, I'm used to locking the door when I go out. I had a meeting this morning and put my cell phone on silent mode."

　　"To make up for my mistake, I specially bought your favorite strawberry cake. Since you didn't make it to the exam, you can take an extra exam later."

　　He picked up the cake with a smile and waved it in front of me as if missing the exam was a trivial matter.

　　I looked at his face which had appeared in my dreams countless times in silence. I had mixed feelings.

　　I asked probingly, "Did you trap me for the sake of Monica Keith?"

　　He stopped smiling, looking slightly embarrassed, and I knew the answer.

　　"Spencer, you do play every trick you can to pursue her."

　　Feeling extremely sad, I wanted to leave immediately, but he grabbed my hand and stopped me.

　　"Daisy, you are excellent. You have won the first-class scholarship for two consecutive years. Let Monica be the winner once this year. In this way, she can have a better resume in her search for a job later."

　　He explained in a hurry and confessed his inner thoughts.

　　I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

　　"Spencer, as you wish, let's stop seeing each other."

　　With a crack, the cake fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

　　I dragged my body in exhaustion back to the dorm and received a bank transfer notification.

　　He transferred 333 dollars to me.

　　He remarked, "Monica said that the bonus for the first-class scholarship in your school is 167 dollars, and I will give you 333 dollars."

　　"Give her the honor, while you will take the money. It's a win-win situation. Calm down."

　　They had only known each other for a week, but he called her Monica intimately.

　　I had known him for 15 years, but he called me by my full name.

　　Sure enough, he acted differently in front of the one he loved and the one he didn't.

　　For so many years, I had been trying to get close to him.

　　I came from a poor family, so I studied hard to catch up with him and got admitted into a university in the city where he worked.

　　I didn't believe that he couldn't feel my love for him.

　　But he used the money to calm me down. To me, 333 dollars was a great humiliation.

　　I couldn't help but laugh. It turned out that people would laugh out loud when they were extremely disappointed.

　　I returned the money to his account. My heart seemed to have been hollowed out. My thoughts drifted far away.

　　Not long ago, he saw Monica, who had just moved into my dorm, during our usual video call.

　　At that moment, his eyes lit up. He hung up the video call and sent me a few messages.

　　"Daisy, who is the girl who just walked past you? She is so beautiful."

　　"You're not kind. Why don't you introduce such a beautiful girl to me?"

　　I read his messages in a daze. I typed mechanically, "She's my classmate, Monica Keith. She had a conflict with her former roommate and moved in this semester."

　　He replied like he was joking, "I want all her contact information right now."

　　I suddenly felt my hands and feet go cold and stiff. I couldn't type a single word.

　　I didn't tell him Monica's contact information, but he, who had graduated from this university, contacted Monica through his junior.

　　No one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do.

　　During that time, I lost contact with Spencer. He, who was busy talking to Monica on the phone, had no time to care about me.

　　The dorm became my purgatory. They said love words ambiguously day and night. Each word of their conversations tortured me.

　　They sighed that they should have met each other earlier. Getting along very well, they often talked late at night.

　　I tossed and turned and looked at the dark ceiling. I felt nauseous. Since I couldn't fall asleep, I decided to get out of bed to study.

　　When I turned on the lamp, Monica sobbed. She put on her clothes, got out of bed, and walked out of the dormitory.

　　The door was half-closed, and her cry came from the corridor.

　　"I don't know how I offended her. She turned on the lights in the middle of the night to study without considering that others in the dormitory had to rest. I couldn't fall asleep with the light on."

　　"Spencer, why did you befriend Daisy? Don't you think she is as lifeless as a robot? She is silent every day. The only thing she knows is how to study."

　　"I'm a human being of flesh and blood. I can't get up and study hard in the middle of the night like her. She has been winning the first-class scholarship for two consecutive years. I, who have always been in the second place, don't have a chance to win the first prize."

　　I was speechless. It was true that evildoers would complain first.

　　I didn't want to argue with her in the middle of the night, so I turned off the lamp. Then I climbed onto the bed, put on my earphones, and covered my head with a quilt.