The boy's shoulders shook with anger, his eyes red with frustration, but he couldn't find a single word to fire back. His friends quickly tugged at his sleeve, silently begging him to drop it.
Meanwhile, Clara pushed the dorm room door open and walked right in. She glanced up and saw Justin already sitting up, his cheeks flushed from a fever and looking a bit under the weather. Clara poured a glass of water, brought it to his lips, and placed some fever-reducing meds beside him. "Take your medicine; your health comes first."
Justin's eyes wandered to his roommates, who looked awkward, knowing he'd overheard their spat with Clara. But since they weren't exactly best pals and rarely chatted, they quickly went back to their own business, brushing off the tension in the room.
Clara seemed unfazed by the awkward vibe, only relaxing once she saw Justin swallow the medicine. "Justin, ever thought about getting a place off-campus?" she asked.
Justin's eyelashes fluttered, and he replied in a cool tone, "Do you really want everyone thinking I'm some kind of kept man?"
Clara chuckled, amused. Was he really that worried about what others thought? "Even if you deny it, they’ll still think what they want. Why waste your breath?"
Justin sprang up from the bed, taking a few deep breaths, like he wanted to argue but couldn't find the words. His roommates exchanged glances, surprised by Clara's bluntness.
Clara continued, "Or you could rent a place on campus. I checked with the infirmary; there are some residential buildings close to your classes. You wouldn't have to deal with these annoying roommates."
Finally, one of the roommates couldn't hold back any longer and coughed loudly. "Hey, lady, we're still here, you know. We're not invisible."
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