Lily’s voice, reporting me to her mother with lies about how I had “physically assaulted her,” was the last thing I heard before I shut my door.
I unpacked, changed, and went straight to bed, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling, hoping for a bit of quiet. It didn’t last. The sounds started not long after, low moans and rough grunts carrying through the walls, and I turned my head, already knowing what it was.
Ruben’s room wasn’t even close to mine, which meant they were doing it somewhere I could hear on purpose, and all it earned from me was a small laugh, because if they thought that was going to get a reaction out of me, they were wasting their time.
Nina’s voice got louder, drawn out and exaggerated, and I couldn’t even tell if she was enjoying herself, in pain, or just perf
