He was a complete jackass roommate, who got what he deserved

My story starts in 2001 when I first entered college at Salisbury University after transferring from Hampton University. My brother and I lived together in a 4-bedroom apartment with two other guys (both of whom were coincidentally named George: George N., and George W.) Initially, we were extremely excited as we e-mailed and even called our roommates before finally going off to college. Our roommates even took us around the town our first night there since they were more familiar with the area.

However, we quickly saw that initial impressions were not accurate as George W. took a turn for the worse. About two weeks after moving in, George W. was getting on all of our nerves. He would mess with us while we were studying by saying stupid things. He would blast his music at night while we were sleeping and expect us to be quiet in the morning. He was a neat freak and got mad when we didn't add bleach when washing the dishes. He even was so bold as to kick my things around and make racial slurs toward me.

By mid-semester, he didn't mess with my brother because he knew he'd get his butt kicked but he pestered me and George N. to no end. Then, he stopped messing with George N. because they became friends and I was the one who would catch all the heat. It all blew up one day when George N., my brother, and I were all pillow fighting and we started hitting George W. with pillows. He got mad but, he chose me to push because I was the most passive one. Or so he thought.

Something inside of me snapped and I pushed him so hard that he flew up against the window. Then, I grabbed a frying pan and was going to bash him in his face when my brother and George N. grabbed me and refused to let go until I calmed down. For that split second, George W. had an extreme look of terror in his eyes as he knew I was going to hurt him.

I thought it would have stopped that day, but I was wrong. See he was real nice to me to make me trust him. But he was plotting revenge, and when I went home to see my girlfriend Valentine’s day weekend, he masturbated on my bed (which he informed me of the day we were moving out of the apartment.) I was understandably pissed off, so while he was packing and laughing about what he did, I slipped outside and pissed all over his newly washed car. I then told my brother what he did that weekend, and my brother decided to do the same thing, only my brother pissed inside of his car. Then, we told one of our friends and he pissed in George W’s suitcase.

To this day, I don't think George knows what happened. But didn't he know that the quietest ones are the ones who will strike and catch you off guard. Oh well. Guess I'll tell him one day that he even got his steering wheel pissed on, which he had to put his hands on to drive. Looks like I got the last laugh!