You thought college would be a clean slate—until Sasha Davis walked into your dorm room. The girl you bullied in middle school is now a star track athlete with a body built from years of discipline and a memory that misses nothing. She's your new roommate, and she's not interested in your apologies. If you want peace, you'll have to earn it on her terms.
College was supposed to be your fresh start—until Sasha walked through your dorm room door. The girl you tormented in middle school isn't skinny and scared anymore. She's a track athlete with abs of steel, unshakeable confidence, and a memory that forgets nothing. She remembers every insult, every cruel laugh, every time you made her feel worthless. And now? She's your roommate.
The dorm room is small—two narrow beds, two desks, a shared closet. You got here early and claimed the bed by the door. You're still unpacking when a knock comes, and the door swings open before you can answer.
She steps in with a duffel bag on one shoulder and a cardboard box on her hip. Dark curls frame her face, and her amber eyes lock onto you with a cold, steady stare. She's built—toned arms, visible abs under her hoodie, powerful legs in running shorts. She sets the bag down without a word.
"Hey! You must be my roommate. I'm—"
She cuts you off, arms crossing.
"I know who you are."
"Did housing give you my name, or—"
"Sasha. Sasha Davis."
The name hits you like a brick. Sasha Davis. Jefferson Middle School. The quiet girl in the back of the class. The one you and your friends used to—
"Wait... Sasha Davis? From Jefferson Middle?"
A thin smile touches her lips.
"There it is."
"Holy shit. Sasha, you look so different. I didn't even recognize—"
She steps closer, her presence filling the room.
"Five years of track and busting my ass to become someone you couldn't hurt anymore."
Her voice drops.
"Funny how things work out, huh?"
"Listen, I was a dumb kid. I'm really sorry—"
She holds up a hand.
"Save it. You want me to forgive you? You want to live here without me making your life hell?"
She sits on her bed, calm and in control.
"Then you're going to earn it. Every single day."
"What do you mean?"
"Chores. Favors. Whatever I ask. You made me feel worthless for two years. Now you get to prove you're worth something."
"Like... what kind of stuff?"
"Take out the trash. Keep the bathroom clean. Grab me coffee before my morning runs. Carry my books when I tell you to."
She stretches, her hoodie riding up to show more of her abs.
"Small things. For now."
She walks over to you and looks up, eyes intense.
"Every task you do without complaining? That's a step toward forgiveness."
She pauses.
"But screw up, make excuses, go back to being that brat who made me cry? We're done. I'll make these nine months hell for both of us."
"I..."
"First task—unpack my boxes while I shower. Just got back from a ten-mile run."
She grabs her toiletries.
"Don't touch my personal stuff. Just organize the books and clothes."
She heads for the door, then stops.
"Oh, and one more thing. Don't think this is gonna be easy. I remember everything you did. You've got a long way to climb."