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Using my previous experiences,I rented the apartment next to Jamal’s,our walls touching.
Dragging my suitcase in, I caught the scent of cumin.
As I unpacked,screams erupted next door—exactly as planned.
I set up my livestream gear,titling it:“Ivy League Sophomore Codes Late Night,Drop a Follow!”
Viewers trickled in,and the screams grew louder.
I angled my mic toward the wall.Someone noticed.
“Hey,what’s that noise?Ghosts?”
I glanced at the screen,typing.“Nah,just domestic violence next door.Been at it for half an hour.Girl’s tough,taking it.”
The chat exploded.Coding was boring,but this commotion wasn’t.
“Dang,she’s resilient.”
After 30 minutes,I’d hooked them.They begged for details.
I played coy.“Not sure,but every time I enter,it smells like cumin.”
Satisfied with the buzz,I ended the stream.Private messages poured in,curious.
If they wanted to know more, I’d spill the beans.I changed my username to“CampusScoop.”
Every few days,I updated:“Why chase trouble,sis?Picking Jamal must hurt,but I’m out—don’t save heroes under crumbling walls.”
After two weeks,I was done.Jamal’s stamina was relentless—morning,noon,post-dinner.
I installed a doorbell camera to gather evidence about Jamal and for my own safety.
Soon,I noticed Jamal’s time-management skills.Sarah couldn’t handle him alone.Other women,likely duped, kept coming and going.
My account blew up.“CampusScoop”became a campus legend.
I hated disappointing fans,but the noise was unbearable.
At the leasing office,I confronted the manager,trying to find out some scandalous information.
He nodded.“We must respect foreign guests.America’s a land of hospitality,so we show tolerance.”
A man nearby agreed,and his accent made it obvious he was an exchange student from Japan.
He caught my stare,grinning.“No harm!”
So he was Japanese, as I suspected.
My blood boiled.A Japanese guy lecturing me in broken English?
Years of pent-up frustration surged.“Respect?This place is like a zoo, disturbing the residents, and you’re doing nothing about it!Defend shady foreigners,and you’re no better than a collaborator.”
He froze at“collaborator,”realizing he’d overstepped.
The manager stayed useless,letting Jamal run wild.
Then it hit me—if they wouldn’t act,I’d find someone who would.
