My Roommate Thinks My Millions Belong to Her Deadbeat Brother

I hauled two massive boxes of luxury imported cherries back to my dorm for the weekend.

Just as I washed a bowl of them and sat down to enjoy, my roommate Hailey stared daggers at me.

"Hailey, they're washed. Help yourself," I said, pushing the bowl slightly toward her.

She didn't move an inch.

Instead, she rolled her eyes so hard they nearly fell out of her head.

"I'm not some spoiled princess like you. I can't afford to burn through money like trash."

If she didn't want any, I wasn't about to beg her.

I pulled the bowl back and happily munched away.