Part 3So-Called Destiny

My head was spinning.

I frantically scrolled through the post again, desperate to find any evidence to the contrary.

Finally, I had to accept the horrifying truth.

That unlucky bastard was, without a doubt, my own flesh-and-blood brother.

Tyson, you have a death wish!

The tone in the comments had already shifted.

"Damn, not even scared of a 'tough crowd'? This OP doesn't sound like your average freshman."

"For those who don't know, that tone, that swagger... there's only one guy on campus who talks like that. The one even the dean is polite to."

"Oh, I know who this is! It's him! That creep roommate is so screwed. He picked a fight with the final boss."

A chill ran down my spine.

Based on my extensive reading experience, guys with this kind of background and temper were always the untouchable campus royalty.

I had the sudden, violent urge to strangle Tyson.

My fingers flew faster than my brain, opening my chat with him.

"Tyson, are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

It took a long time for him to reply. When he did, it was a voice message.

I tapped it, my hand trembling.

Tyson's blood-curdling scream nearly shattered my eardrums. "Paige! Help me! He's going to kill me!"

Thank god I was wearing headphones, or the entire dorm would have woken up.

Then, a new voice cut through the message. A cold, low chuckle.

It was deep, clear, and laced with a casual sort of menace.

"So, what 'tough crowd' are we talking about? How many people are you bringing tomorrow?"