My childhood best friend, Lucas, likes the school beauty, Bella. Bella likes the class valedictorian, Daniel. Daniel likes me. But I only like Lucas. We were in a very stable love square, each happily simping for the person who wouldn't give us the time of day. We all suffered the bitterness of unrequited love, chasing crushes who never looked back. Until I moved on and started flirting with the new kid with the bleached hair. Lucas and Daniel both lost their minds. even Bella was furious. Red-eyed, she choked me and sobbed: "Why?! How could you like that bleached-hair punk?" I explained: "Because love squares are just like quadrilaterals—unstable." 1 Lucas rejected sitting with me again. His eyes were glued to Bella, and he happily took the seat behind her, refusing to be my desk partner. Daniel, the valedictorian, likes me, so I knew he wanted to sit with me. But Bella, being quick, snatched the opportunity first. When it was my turn to pick a seat, Lucas, wanting to avoid any misunderstanding and not hurt Bella's feelings, deliberately avoided me. He chose to sit behind Bella. Bella was thrilled because she got to sit with Daniel, and her simp (me) hadn't hooked up with hers (Daniel) yet. The teacher called my name. Finally, it was my turn. I walked in and saw that Lucas already had someone next to him. Daniel, who liked me, was snatched by Bella. I felt isolated. Three pairs of eyes stared at me. Regret in Daniel's eyes. Coldness in Lucas's eyes. Triumph in Bella's eyes—she winked at me, declaring war. I always thought our love square was rock solid, impossible to shake. But tonight, I was hurt. It felt like I had simped my way out of the game. Am I not worthy of being a simp? Rude. Why won't they play with me? I was a little sad. Bad grades, kicked out of the simp circle. Clearly, the four of us licking each other's boots was a stable dynamic. How did I get voted off the island? Looking at Bella's smug face, I was pissed. The teacher was getting impatient too: "Jane, what are you standing there for? Pick a seat! You're wasting everyone's study time!" I looked around. Because my grades were terrible—basically bottom of the class—by the time I got to pick, everyone else was settled. There were hardly any empty seats left. Only in the last row, next to the new transfer student with the bleached hair, was there an empty desk. The boy dressed like an alt kid, sporting arrogant bleached hair and earrings, radiating pure resentment. Since arriving a few days ago, he hadn't said a word to anyone, doing whatever he pleased. But he was handsome. Not the gentle kind, but the aggressive, sharp kind of handsome. Girls blushed and passed him love notes or gifts, but he coldly rejected them all. If they persisted, he'd throw the stuff in the trash. A total "strangers keep away" vibe. Injured by the love square, I didn't care anymore. I walked straight to the bleached-hair boy and fearlessly sat down. Ideally, Bella should be the winner of this love square. The guy who likes me and the guy I like are both circling her. She should be happy. But I saw Bella's wide grin suddenly retract. Her smile vanished completely when I sat next to the bleached-hair boy. She even looked a little unhappy. This made me even angrier. She's still unhappy! Don't be so greedy, okay?! 2 The bleached-hair boy was sleeping on his desk. I swung my backpack over. The screech of the chair against the floor was ear-piercing, waking him up. He lifted his head impatiently, eyes full of undisguised rage, staring at me in surprise for a few seconds. He probably didn't expect anyone to dare provoke him. He lowered his eyelids disdainfully: "Get lost." Me: ... He must think I'm another admirer trying to sit next to him. Men... so narcissistic... disgusting... Tsk tsk. I ignored his gaze and calmly moved all my books over. The bell rang for the end of class. He slammed his hand on the desk. My hand froze while organizing books. I looked up at him, confused. ? After a few seconds of standoff, he spoke again: "Get lost. I don't like you. Are you deaf?" Me: ? I took a deep breath, pouted in confusion, and refused to indulge him. I poked his chest with my pen, forcing him back inch by inch: "Can you stop being so narcissistic?" "Not every girl who gets close to you likes you! Open your eyes and look. I'm last place! Last place in the class, get it?!" "By the time I got in, there were no seats left! Only this one! If I don't sit here, where do I sit?" "Also, go ask around. I am Lucas's number one simp. Who likes you?" "I'm busy simping for him. Zero people care about you!" This little bleached-hair kid is all thorns! But I, the class porcupine, am not just a name either. He stared at me silently for a while, then got angry: "You're proud of that?" He probably despised me for being a simp. I flipped my hair heroically, put my book in the drawer, looked up into his dark eyes, and said: "Yes, I am proud. As long as I'm not simping for you." He looked like he wanted to say something, but my childhood friend Lucas happened to walk over. He had his hands in his pockets, swaying over to me. His gaze shifted from my head to the bleached hair, then back to me: "Jane, what's the meaning of this?" "Not simping for me anymore? Planning to simp for him?" "Moving on?" I don't have a good temper. I was just annoyed by the bleached-hair kid, and now the guy I like is questioning me like this. Acting like he's my boyfriend controlling me. Even with a good temper, I'm still human! I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my notebook, ignored his gaze, and walked straight to Daniel. Then I said in a soft, sweet voice: "Daniel... I don't understand this question..." Daniel likes me. He said I could ask him anything. But I liked Lucas, so whenever I had a question, I used it as an excuse to pester Lucas to explain it to me. I treated his patience as special treatment for me. Actually, thinking about it, he's like that with everyone. Daniel clearly didn't expect me to come to him. He looked pleasantly surprised, his ears turning red. I sat opposite him, very close, and asked softly: "This question, I still don't get it..." Yes, this was the question I pestered Lucas about for ages before he explained it to me. Halfway through, Bella couldn't stand me being close to Lucas, so she brought a question to him too. Lucas was ecstatic that Bella approached him. He finished explaining to me hurriedly and sloppy. Then he immediately and patiently explained to Bella. I don't know when Lucas walked up to us. He pretended not to care, looked closer, and realized he had already explained this question to me. He broke down a little and questioned me angrily again: "Jane, I explained this to you. What are you trying to do?" 3 Angry already? Back then, he could ditch me instantly to please Bella. What I'm doing now isn't even one percent of what he did, and he can't handle it? Thinking about it is hilarious. I've liked Lucas since we were kids. He was the boy next door. Tall, handsome, gentle, polite, and attentive. My type. My bestie warned me many times that I had bad taste, that he was nice to everyone—a "central air conditioner." But I was completely immersed in my self-woven dream of love and wouldn't listen to anyone. Lucas's face was iron black. He rolled his eyes at Daniel and said sourly: "Disgusting. Greasy." "Jane! You go to him for questions but not me. Are you trying to make me jealous?" I got mad: "We're discussing a problem here. What are you doing?" "Get lost!" This was the first time I lost my temper at my childhood friend. Before, I couldn't lick his boots fast enough. The love square was wobbling. Bella sat in her seat, arms crossed, glaring as Daniel explained the question to me. Jealousy was drowning her. Daniel was smiling. Only Lucas was furious. After the explanation, I rolled back to my seat unhappily, eyes slightly red. The bleached-hair boy, Jaxon, looked at me with dark eyes and sneered: "Thought you said you didn't like him?" "Aren't you his simp? Why fight with your crush?" Thinking about how the person I liked was a jerk, and my simp career ended abruptly, I felt sad. Tears fell uncooperatively. "I don't like him anymore, okay?" "I'm sitting next to you because I like you. Happy now?" "Whether I like you is my business. Can you control it?" I smashed the jar. Tears pattered down. Jaxon probably hadn't been yelled at like this before. He didn't expect one sentence to make me cry. The boy scratched his yellow hair, stammering and bristling: "Why are you crying?" "I didn't say you couldn't like me." "Stop f*cking crying. So annoying!" 4 Jaxon found me annoying, so he put on his hat and ignored me. My childhood friend Lucas, having a screw loose, blocked me after school, refusing to give up. "Jane, aren't you my simp? Why don't you come find me?" He really is a jerk. I felt sick. I tried to walk out with my backpack, but Lucas cornered me against the wall, blocking me tightly. "If you don't explain clearly today, I won't let you leave!" Unbearable. I raised my leg to kick him in the crotch, but found my whole body strength was no match for one of his hands. I thought I was really stuck. But Jaxon, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, walked to the door and swung his bag hard at Lucas, pushing him off me. "Make way. You're blocking the path, don't you know!" I was successfully freed. Realized the bleached-hair kid wasn't too bad. Lucas felt we were ganging up on him and rolled his eyes. "F*ck, shameless. Half a day and you're hooking up with another guy. Jane, do you have any shame?" I wanted to kick him to relieve my hatred. I didn't expect Jaxon to meddle. He walked back from the hallway, grabbed me like a little chick with his long fingers, pulled me in front of him, and put his arm around me. "Name's Lucas, right? Don't understand English? How many times did she tell you to get lost? Are you deaf?" Lucas got mad too, face red with anger. "This is between me and her. What are you meddling for? Do you have the right?" Lucas's retort actually left Jaxon speechless. I sneered and grabbed Jaxon's hand back, venting for him and myself. "I like him, and he likes me. Someone who likes me is helping me. I consented. Why doesn't he have the right?" Ignoring Lucas's shocked look, I dragged Jaxon away. Actually, he's so big, I couldn't have moved him. But that day, it was easy. He obediently let me lead him. Walking out of the school gate, I realized Jaxon's bleached hair wasn't arrogant anymore. His face was even a bit shy. He remembered I was holding his hand and shook it off tsundere-style. "This young master doesn't like simps!" Who said he was hard to approach? He helped me, and he bristles like a cat. Not a wolf, just a big puppy! How can such a big wolf-dog be so cute when shy? I burst out laughing and teased him: "Math says quadrilaterals aren't as stable as triangles. Just like a love square is unstable." "In that case, I like you, you like me. Isn't that stable?" Jaxon blushed and called me shameless, thick-skinned. He fled in defeat. "This young master has never seen a girl as thick-skinned and shameless as you! Don't follow me!" Lol. I'm famous for being a thick-skinned simp. This rumored gloomy, unapproachable bleached-hair kid is just a tsundere little kitten! The next day in class, Jaxon finally woke up, and I started harassing him. Poking him with my pen. "Jaxon, you haven't answered me from last night!" I righteously told him last night that I stopped simping for Lucas and was switching targets. He ignored me and ran away blushing. People might think I'm a monster. Woken up by me, he was extremely impatient. "Get lost!" 5 Having discovered yesterday that he's a paper tiger, I automatically ignored his "get lost." I stopped my creepy smile and fearlessly asked: "Jaxon? Say, have you ever chased anyone?" He sounded incredibly impatient: "Wise men don't fall in love. I don't simp." "No one has been worth chasing yet." It was the last period, study hall. We were in the "bad class," teachers didn't care. The teacher said we relied on self-discipline. So the class was chaotic. Everyone doing what they wanted. Talking, discussing problems. My eyes were glued on Daniel gently explaining problems to others, Bella smiling widely, mingling with the crowd. And my childhood friend, especially Lucas. He rested his chin on his hand, staring happily and blissfully at Bella. She was making noise; he was watching. So lively. My eyes stung. Determined, I slammed my book on the desk. "I don't want to be a simp anymore." Hearing this, Jaxon sneered: "Oh, little fool, finally got smart for once?" "Why be a simp? Let others chase you like their life depends on it. That's exciting." I turned to meet his eyes, full of playfulness and teasing. But his eyes were bright, staring straight at me, making me dazed. I couldn't think. Before my brain could react, my mouth spoke: "Then chase me?" Jaxon froze, like he was struck by lightning. Didn't make a sound for a long time. After a while, his face full of disgust, he turned away ignoring me: "You? Worthy?" I noticed his ears were red. After school, I hadn't finished packing. Lucas, bag slung over his shoulder, eyes cold, slapped my desk. "Jane, play time is over. Playing hard to get has a limit." "If you apologize, I still won't mind that you tangled with Jaxon and that hypocrite Daniel." I really wanted to peel off his face to see how thick it was. How does he have the face to say that?! Jaxon looked at Lucas coldly, like looking at an idiot. I didn't want to talk to Lucas. My mom said not to talk to idiots. So I packed up and prepared to turn and leave. But Lucas blocked my way, still babbling. The commotion was big. Bella came over, extremely jealous. "Lucas, why do you care about this damn simp?" Daniel was also there, don't know if watching the drama or what. Lucas saw me giving him the cold shoulder and broke down, eyes red. "Jane, your methods are brilliant. To get my attention, you hooked up with other guys." His skill at making up rumors is perfection. In that case, I was too lazy to explain. Jaxon was watching the show. I grabbed his tie, pulled him hard towards me, and fearlessly wolf-whistled at him. Then I glared at Lucas: "Yes, you're right. I'm hooking up, so what! I moved on! I don't like you anymore! You can get lost!" The man I teased instantly turned from bristling to docile puppy, ear tips dripping blood red. Lucas still thought I was trying to make him jealous. He pinched my hand: "How could you like a bleached-head?! Hard to get, that's all! Even if you do this, I won't like you!" Bella added fuel to the fire: "Lucas, let's not get angry over a slut. I'm going shopping with Daniel. Come with us." To spite me, Lucas agreed without thinking. When Daniel left, he looked reluctant, eyes red, confirming with me: "Jane, do you really like Jaxon?" I left in frustration. It was Jaxon who chased after me with a dark face, grabbing me: "Hey, used me as a shield, then throw me away?" It was dusk. Sunset hit him. I walked dutifully with my backpack. He walked backwards in front of me, bag slung over one shoulder. His yellow hair was even more brilliant in the sunset. For a moment, I was dazed. Brain malfunctioned again: "What, don't believe I like you?" "I moved on." Jaxon just scoffed.
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