The force of the yank against the back of my uniform shirt made the strap of my bra snap back against my skin, the sharp sting almost making me cry out. “Pink today, huh?” Jaxson Riley’s voice, thick with a lazy sort of amusement, drifted from the desk behind me. Trevor, his shadow, immediately chimed in. “Jax is really dedicated, man. Checking your bra color every day!” A wave of suppressed, snickering laughter washed over the nearby desks. I gripped the pen in my hand, my back ramrod straight. Suddenly, a torrent of text flashed across my vision: 【OMG Jax is so smooth! Bad Boy exterior but totally a softie!】 【What is this, a high school sweet romance trope?! He teases you because he loooves you~】 【Girl, turn around and look! I bet his ears are bright red!】 I closed my eyes. These bizarre "Comments," this digital Overlay, had started appearing about a month ago, and only I could see them. They consistently packaged Jaxson’s petty cruelty as “awkward affection” and romanticized straight-up harassment as “flirty banter.” Sweetness my ass. 1 The dismissal bell rang. I whirled around. Jaxson was leaning back in his chair, watching me with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His ear tips, sure enough, were faintly flushed. The Overlay went ballistic: 【Red! Red! His ears are red! Told you!】 【Pure-hearted School Bully x Cold Academic Girl—I could ship this forever!】 【Stop being so cold, lead female! He likes you!】 “Jaxson Riley,” I said, my voice perfectly level. “Touch me again, and I’m reporting you to the Dean’s office for sexual harassment.” The classroom fell instantly silent. The smirk froze on Jaxson’s face. Trevor was the first to jump up. “Skylar Sloane, are you crazy? Jax was just messing with you, can’t you tell?” “‘Messing with me’ by yanking my underwear strap?” I stood up, looking down at Jaxson. “Why don’t you go home and yank your own father’s briefs off, and see if he can ‘joke around’ with you so calmly?” The Overlay exploded: 【OMG the female lead is savage… but I’m kinda into it?】 【Don’t be like that, Jax just doesn't know how to express himself!】 【Isn’t this how all campus novels start? The male lead bullies the girl because he cares!】 Jaxson shoved his chair back and stood up. He was a head taller than me, and his shadow fell over me. “Skylar Sloane, say that again?” “I said,” I enunciated slowly, “that your behavior constitutes sexual harassment. Do you need me to pull up the penal code and give you a lesson?” The Geometry teacher hadn’t left yet and looked over at the commotion. “What’s all the noise? Jaxson, get back to your seat.” Jaxson glared at me, a vicious fire in his eyes, before storming out and slamming the door. As Trevor chased after him, he tossed a parting shot. “Skylar, you are seriously ungrateful.” The Comments were awash in regret: 【Oh no, the female lead is making her path too narrow.】 【Ugh, Jax finally showed special interest in someone.】 【Am I the only one who thinks the male lead’s actions were kind of over the line? Waiting for the ‘chasing the wife to the crematorium’ arc~】 I sat back down. Hannah, my desk mate, whispered, “Skylar, why provoke him? Jaxson’s family…” “His family is rich and powerful, so he gets to harass anyone he wants?” I finished her sentence. “Does that mean the law is just a suggestion?” Hannah didn’t reply, but her eyes held a pitying expression that screamed, You are so naive. I knew all about Jaxson’s background. His father was a prominent member of the Board of Trustees, and his mother was a well-known local entrepreneur. That’s why he swaggered through the halls. Teachers turned a blind eye; classmates either sucked up to him or hid. Except for me—the transfer student who didn’t understand the “rules.” 2 The final bell chimed, and I grabbed my backpack, hurrying downstairs. In the bike racks, my old, beat-up mountain bike was lying on its side. Both tires were slashed, and all the air was gone. A Post-it note was stuck to the handlebars. The handwriting was bold and arrogant: “Wear that white blouse tomorrow. I like it.” There was no signature, but I didn't need one. That particular white blouse was slightly sheer—enough to vaguely outline the shape and color of my bra. I hadn’t worn it since the day Jaxson loudly discussed my lingerie with his friends. 【OMG Jax is so dominant! He definitely wants to see you in white!】 【The method is a bit extreme, but this is standard procedure for a school bully novel.】 【Female lead, don't be mad. He just wants to get your attention~】 I pinched the Post-it note between my fingers and took a deep breath. Fine, Jaxson Riley. You want to play games? “Skylar, do you need help?” Liam, the class president, walked up, pushing his bike. He frowned when he saw mine. “This is…” “Obviously intentional.” I showed him the Post-it. “Evidence.” Liam’s face was grave. “That’s Jaxson’s handwriting. I’ll go with you to the Dean of Students.” “Don’t bother,” I tucked the note into my bag. “I’ll handle this myself.” Liam looked doubtful. “Skylar, you can’t just let this go—” “I don’t plan to let it go.” I smiled at him. “But I have my own way.” The Overlay devolved into argument: 【The second male lead has appeared! Gentle Class President x Cool Academic Girl is also ship-worthy!】 【No way, I’m still rooting for Jax. That clumsy affection is so much more real.】 【Real? This is harassment, people. Can the Comments please get a moral compass?】 The next day, I wore a black T-shirt. Jaxson’s mood was visibly foul from first period. During the mid-morning break, he cornered me at the stairwell landing. “I told you to wear the white blouse. Didn’t you see the note? Do I need to help you change?” His voice was low and laced with threat. “I told you to stop harassing me. Did you listen?” I countered. Jaxson let out a dry, irritated laugh. “Skylar Sloane, do you really think I wouldn’t dare do anything to you?” “You would dare,” I nodded. “Just like you dared to slash my tires, dared to grab my clothes in class, and dared to let your flunkies spread vile rumors about me. You dare to do everything, because you’re Jaxson Riley, the Board member’s son.” He hadn’t expected me to be so direct; he froze for a second. 【Female lead is so bossy! Love her!】 【Jax is stunned, LOL. No one’s ever talked to him like that.】 【She’s playing hard to get, right? It has to be.】 Jaxson took a step closer. I could smell a faint hint of tobacco smoke mixed with his cologne. “Since you know that, stop pissing me off. I’ve been patient enough with you.” “Your patience is a semester of harassment?” I laughed. “Jaxson, maybe you should see a therapist? Your perception is severely skewed.” His eyes turned instantly cold. Just then, the PA system crackled, signaling the start of the break. I sidestepped him and walked past, dropping my voice. “By the way, your custom motocross bike is in the back of the shed, right?” Jaxson grabbed my wrist, his fingers tightening. “You touched my bike?” To Jaxson, that bike was probably second only to his father. “Why would I dare?” I yanked my hand away. “Just reminding you that the campus surveillance system was recently upgraded. High-definition.” I genuinely wouldn't dare—that custom bike was worth a small fortune. I couldn’t afford to replace it. It was just an empty threat. He stared at me for several seconds, then, slowly, a smile spread across his face. “Skylar Sloane, you’re more interesting than I thought.” 【Here it comes! ‘Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention!’】 【Classic line, late but delivered!】 【I bet five bucks, next chapter Jax starts the ‘True Love’ route.】 I walked onto the track without looking back. 3 Jaxson’s “pursuit” intensified. My homework assignments would frequently “disappear,” only to be found in his desk, covered in ridiculous doodles. At lunch, he and Trevor would bring their trays and sit directly across from me. Trevor would loudly announce, “Jax saved you a spot, aren’t you touched?” During Physics lab, he would “accidentally” knock over my equipment, then pretend to help me clean up, his fingers deliberately brushing the back of my hand. 【Jax is so childish, LOL. Like an elementary school kid who teases the one he likes.】 【The way he looks at the female lead is different—that focused intensity.】 【When is the female lead going to realize his feelings? I’m dying here!】 I noticed a pattern: the Comments only appeared when Jaxson was actively doing something to me. I never saw them otherwise. It was as if an invisible audience was watching this “Bad Boy Sweetheart Drama” through a screen, and I was the heroine who was supposed to follow the script. To hell with the script. Wednesday afternoon was school-wide cleanup. Hannah and I were wiping down the classroom windows; Jaxson’s group was responsible for the hallway. He passed by, carrying a bucket, and “accidentally” sloshed a wave of dirty water right onto me. My skirt instantly became soaked, clinging to my body. It wasn't cold in October, but the sticky feeling, combined with the stares from everyone around me, made my whole body prickle with raw shame. Trevor let out a wolf whistle. 【Wet T-shirt play! Jax knows how to have fun!】 【Seriously though, isn’t that going too far…?】 【Don’t worry, there’ll be a jacket-over-the-shoulders scene! Waiting for Jax’s boyfriend moment!】 Jaxson did indeed take off his jacket and started walking toward me. I didn’t wait for him to get close. I grabbed the nearest bucket—one we had just filled with clean water—and hurled it at him and Trevor. WHOOSH! Both of them were instantly drenched. The entire class fell silent. The Overlay stalled for a beat, then erupted: 【HOLY CRAP THE FEMALE LEAD FIGHTS BACK!】 【Jax’s shocked face is making my year.】 【Wait, this isn’t right! She’s supposed to shyly accept the jacket and have a moment of emotional connection!】 【The female lead’s reaction is a bit much.】 【Where did the heroic rescue scene go?】 【What heroic rescue? The male lead threw the water!】 Jaxson wiped the water from his face, his eyes dangerous. “Skylar Sloane, are you looking for a fight?” “Self-defense,” I set the empty bucket down. “Jaxson, this is the last time. If you touch me again, it won’t be as simple as throwing water.” “What are you going to do?” He smiled, a cold, empty expression. “Tell the teachers? They can’t touch me.” “I won’t tell the teachers,” I smiled back. “I’ll call the police. Sexual harassment, criminal property damage, assault. That’s enough to file charges. Do you want to find out whether your dad’s connections are stronger, or if the police department’s paperwork is faster?” Hannah tugged at my sleeve. “Skylar, stop talking…” Jaxson stared at me, water dripping from his hair. His expression was complex: anger, shock, and something else I couldn't read. Finally, he sneered. “Fine. You win.” He spun around and walked away. Trevor shot me a venomous look and followed. 【The female lead went too far. Jax is going to be seriously mad now.】 【To be honest, calling the police is a good move.】 【But this is a campus novel! Calling the cops ruins the fun!】 【To the previous poster: in real life, you call the police when you’re bullied, no matter the 'genre'!】 That afternoon after school, my bike tire was flat again. But this time, a hundred-dollar bill was clipped to the handlebars, along with a note: “Repair money.” No apology, just a patronizing compensation. I donated the money to the stray cat rescue box by the school gate. Then, I posted the photo of the damaged bike, the note, and the previous vandalized note and bike on the school’s anonymous online forum, with the caption: “Is this how the school’s ‘untouchables’ bully regular people?” The post immediately caught fire. Though I hadn’t named names, everyone who saw it knew who I meant. The accusations were mostly anonymous: 「Ugh, but what can you do against that little tyrant?」 「I accidentally bumped into him last month and he kicked me. I was hospitalized for a week. They’re still targeting me. Are poor people just trash?」 「I got it worse. I just made eye contact with him in the hall, and one of his goons slapped me. Said I ‘contaminated the master’s gaze’！」 「My mom bought me new shoes, and they burned several holes in them with cigarettes!」 「I want to transfer, but my parents won’t let me. I’m miserable!」 ... I recorded and saved all the comments. The post lasted less than an hour before it was deleted by an admin.
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