To her side, JazmĂn couldnât help but roll her eyes before rebutting.
"But heâs so handsome. I noticed you also blushed when I mentioned him. Are you his girlfriend? Does he have a girlfriendâ"
"No, I donât like him. How can I like such a pervy bastard."
Before JazmĂn could go on, Alice quickly rebutted her.
Class 1, Junior Year.
At this moment, Chris, Ben, and Tyler were exiting the classroom and heading towards the cafeteria while swaggering. Immediately after spotting the renowned group or catching a glimpse of familiar basketball jackets, many hastened their steps or took a turn through the next hallway.
Although the groupâs reputation had been greatly diminished by Miles, without the moral support of a large group, many were still haunted by past trauma and dared not stand in the hallway at this time.
However, strangely, the group didnât give a fuck about anybody or bully anyone. They looked strangely quiet and serious as they passed by. Hands tucked inside their jackets, Chris, Tyler, and Ben each had a fist formed, resenting a certain fellow.
On Monday their group comprised five people, but now, before the week ended, Daniel had relocated and Kelvin wasnât picking up their calls anymore.
âToday is D-day, how could he do this?â
Chris cursed with his eyes, his face gloomy as they spotted a figure in the cafeteria.
âIf he knows, heâs definitely going to kill us. Fuck, why did we mess with Miles in the first place?â
Regretting his decision, Chris could only grit his teeth and glance at Miles, not knowing who the greater demon was.
Meanwhile, far away, inside a dimly lit room, a youth sat in the grand living room of his fatherâs huge duplex, nervously biting his fingers with his eyes glued to the phone screen.
After a restless and sleepless night of staring at the phone screen, Kelvin was on the brink of having a panic attack. His eyes looked sunken, with dark circles around them. The vibrant youth who once ran actively on the Dominion High School basketball court, receiving the cheers of female fans, was gone, replaced by a traumatized kid.
Once the bully and now the victim, Kelvin could hardly be pitied.
(Call your dad? Travel out of the country? Call the cops? It doesnât matter where you are, Iâll appear even in your dreams no matter where or when. And trust me, the pain will be much more severe. Iâve always wanted to try a chainsaw. Are you a fan of horror movies? If so, better behave like a good boy and wait there.)
"Arrrrrgggggghhhhh!"
At this moment, Kelvin couldnât take it and screamed until his throat cracked. Staring at the lit screen, he collapsed on the floor and broke down in tears.
"Please, no, no. Iâm sorry."
Dominion High School Cafeteria.
"What about you? Have you found a date for tonight?" Oliver asked Theo, who shook his head in a negative response.
To the side, Simon placed his hand on Oliverâs shoulder, seemingly consoling him.
"Virgin," he sneered.
"What the fuck? Arenât you a virgin too?" Theo rebutted, his voice low since this was a particularly sensitive topic.
"Well, thereâs a huge difference between someone about to lose his virginity and a dork who is still far from having a girl," Simon smirked.
"Just because you bastards are lucky," Theo cursed in defeat.
âRight, I told them I would get them girls, but I am yet to act on it.â
Since the matter was about sleeping with girls, Miles recalled his promise to the boys. His plan had been to blackmail the girls on the cheerleader team whose videos he found on Danielâs phone; unfortunately, he had been too occupied with revenge and pussy that he forgot.
"Psst. If Miles doesnât have a date, who am I to?" Theo tried to save himself by using Miles as a shield, only to see the latter grinning at him the next moment.
"What do you mean I donât have a date? I plan to ask Chloe out," he said, and the table went silent.
Theo, Simon, and Oliver instinctively lowered their heads, leaning closer.
"Are you kidding?" Oliver asked, an expression of reverence on his face at Milesâs audacity.
Although Miles had won against Chris and co., it wasnât a real fight, and Chris was a two-meter-tall, bulky giant. In their eyes, he would easily beat up Miles.
"Why not? Isnât she a girl?" Miles shook his head nonchalantly, causing the three guys to pull their heads back in disbelief.
Indeed, Miles was insane.
"Alright, if you wish to die, weâll be there to dial 911," Simon solemnly shook his head.
"Whatâs there to fear? Am I going to marry her brother?" Stuffing his mouth with potato chips, Miles shook his head.
Seeing this, the three no longer bothered to say anything.
Not far away, Chloe secretly glanced at Milesâs table, but her heart skipped a beat the moment she caught him staring at her. However, she acted oblivious to this and resumed eating.
âHehehe.â
Miles grinned at this, not noticing that there was another girl staring at him.
[JazmĂn Rosselle Infatuation Gauge: 60%]
âHuh? JazmĂn?â Miles was stunned by the notification but quickly threw it to the back of his mind. After all, in these past few days, a lot of girls had been added to his infatuation list.
Resuming his meal, it didnât take long before the break ended.
"Please, if you would excuse me."
Miles stood up before the other guys did and tailed behind a figure while appearing casual. His presence had already died down a lot, so he didnât receive that much attention.
Meanwhile, walking towards her locker, Chloe was constantly replaying the fact that Miles had been staring at her.
âDoes he like me?â she thought after reaching her locker. She opened the compartment, casually taking a book from within it, but froze upon sensing a figure standing next to her.
"Hi."
Chloe fell into a dazed state.