Libby told the counselor in detail about how I had punched Estelle.
As she spoke, she became emotional and cried, accusing me of disregarding the friendship between roommates and hitting them at the drop of a hat.
"Siena Reid, ask yourself. Haven't Estelle and I been good to you? Why do you treat us like enemies?"
She sobbed with a grievance.
Libby touched her swollen face and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. The two of them looked miserable.
I didn't say much as I showed the evidence.
I brought my cell phone to the front of the counselor.
"Estelle and Libby have been spreading rumors about my personal life matters since freshman year. Here are the screenshots."
The screenshots displayed a message Estelle had posted on the school forum.
[Siena, from the Class 2 Economics and Management Major, 150 dollars per time. WhatsApp Number: XXXX.]
During that time, many disgusting men added me on WhatsApp to inquire about how much I charged. They even asked me to take photos of myself being naked and forward photos to them.
There was another message from Estelle in a group chat for our class.