He Took Her Out Every Friday… But Her Roommate Found Out the Truth

In their department, you could not mention love without their names coming up.

They were that kind of couple. The ones that made people say things like,
“If these two ever break up, I am leaving this school.”
“Na this kind love wey dey make person believe again.”
“God when?”

And truly, they made it look so real.

He was tall, calm, always smelled nice. She was soft spoken, friendly, and respectful.
They matched like rice and stew.
He would show up after class, lean on the railing, and wait for her.
Sometimes with snacks. Sometimes with a bouquet.
He once stood outside for over thirty minutes just because she was in a meeting and he did not want to disturb her.
That was the day people started calling him "the last real boyfriend".

Every Friday, he took her out. It became tradition.
No matter how busy the week was, Friday was always for the two of them.
They would go to restaurants outside school, take cute pictures, try new food, and post stories with songs like “Forever” and “Only you”.

She would post his pictures with captions like:
💬 “My person”
💬 “This one is different”
💬 “God really did something when he sent you my way”

The comments were always full of envy and praise.

Some girls cried silently in their group chats.
Some boys gave up trying to chase her.
She was clearly taken, and happily too.

Even her roommate admired them.
She used to tell her, “You are lucky. This guy really loves you.”

And truly, it looked like love.

But then one night, love wore a new face.

It was just a normal day.
He had come to visit in the afternoon. They talked. Laughed.
They even watched half of a movie before he rushed out for a night class.
But in the rush, he forgot his charger under her pillow.

Later that night, around 11:13pm, he sent her a message.

“Babe I forgot my charger. You go help me keep am?”

She did not reply. She was fast asleep.

But her roommate was still awake. Scrolling through her phone quietly, waiting for sleep to carry her.

The message lit up the screen. She glanced at it casually.
No problem. Nothing strange.

Then another message came in.

She was about to ignore it when she saw the preview.

“I miss you baby. Did she suspect anything?”

She blinked.

Did she read that right?

She opened the phone and stared.

One more message followed.

“I feel bad sometimes. But you are the one I really love.”

Now she was fully awake.

Her heart started beating a little faster.

Who was texting her friend like this?

What did they mean by “did she suspect anything”?

Curiosity took over. She opened WhatsApp.
Clicked the chat. Scrolled up.

And then her whole body went cold.

She froze.

Her hand started shaking slowly.

The messages… were from her own boyfriend.

Yes. Her actual boyfriend. The one she had been dating for almost three months.
The one who just sent her money for data.
The one who kissed her forehead two days ago and said, “I love how peaceful you are.”
The same guy she had introduced to her cousin as “the one I am planning to marry.”

He was the one texting her friend.

The same friend sleeping peacefully on the other bed.

The same friend who once told her, “I can never talk to someone you like. Never ever.”

She scrolled.

And the more she read, the more her chest began to tighten.

Long messages.
Pet names.
Inside jokes.
He called her “sunshine” and “my soft girl.”
He sent her late night voice notes.
He sent her money for lunch.
He once told her, “If I was to marry young, it would be you.”

Meanwhile… he had told her the same thing just last week.

Now everything started making sense.

The missed calls.
The sudden mood swings.
The messages he used to delete fast.
The times he said he was too tired to come see her but somehow still posted pictures from town.

He was dating both of them.

Same room. Same hostel. Same level.
Two best friends. Two girls who trusted each other.
And he was playing them like football.

He would cuddle one on Monday and take the other for dinner on Tuesday.
He would tell both of them, “You are different from every other girl I have known.”
They both believed him.

He once said he was going for choir practice and instead went to sleep over in her friend’s bed.

She remembered that day.
Her friend came back looking sleepy and extra happy.
She even teased her, “Hope it is not one boy that kept you out so late o.”
They both laughed. But now the laughter sounded fake in her ears.

The worst part?

She loved him.

Deeply.

She used to imagine him proposing after graduation.
They had already talked about babies, houses, what country to japa to, and how their wedding would be small and classy.

She felt sick.

She looked at her friend sleeping and felt a mix of confusion, pain, and betrayal.

How could she not know?

How could they both not see it?

Then a small voice inside her said something she did not expect.

What if her friend… knew?

What if this was not just a mistake?

Because now that she thought about it…

There were signs.

Late night calls.

Messages she never showed.

That one guy that used to call her friend but stopped suddenly.

The way she once called his name in her sleep.

Could it be that her friend was hiding something too?

Could this whole thing be deeper than just heartbreak?

She dropped the phone quietly.

Her chest was heavy but her mind was racing.

She did not know who to confront first.

She did not know what to believe.

But what she knew for sure…

This story was not over.

Because one of the girls in that room had her own secret. And very soon, it would shake everything.

PART 2 is coming. And trust me, the twist you are about to see will make your jaw drop.