Chapter 3The Dorm Raid: Takedown of the Student Council

I grabbed the mic and broadcasted to the entire campus: "To the girl on the forum and the 'committee' members who posted that: I’m the guy you’re looking for. Stop writing fan fiction and come talk to me face-to-face. I’m at the radio station. I’ll wait one hour. If you don't show, I’m broadcasting your lies to the whole school and filing a defamation report. Thanks."

Within ten minutes, a crowd gathered outside. Half an hour later, Sarah Miller showed up with a group of girls.

She sneered. "I’m Sarah. I’m the girl you hit. What’s your name, 'Mark'?"

Incredible. She took my name down during the dorm raid two days ago, and now she’s playing amnesia.

"Cut the act, Miller. Who wrote the post? Was it your friend here, the Head of the Women's Committee?"

The girl next to her turned beet red. "I... I..."

"Save it. Miller, you said I crushed your hand. Which finger?"

She held up her right hand. A Band-Aid was wrapped around her index finger.

I laughed. "Brake lever crush is an internal injury. Why the Band-Aid? Is your finger cold? Take it off. Let everyone see the 'injury'."

She froze. She couldn't take it off because there was nothing under it.

I turned to the crowd. "Listen up. I was walking; she was on a scooter. How does a pedestrian 'hit' a motorized vehicle? She’s claiming a hand injury she won't show. Meanwhile, she hit me in the ribs."

The Committee head tried to save face. "Internal pain doesn't always show! You're a guy; you purposely targeted her!"

"Oh, really?" I pulled up my T-shirt, revealing the deep purple bruise on my side. "Everyone see this? Miller hit me, lied about it, and tried to dox me. Miller, I want that security footage. Don't post a screenshot—post the whole video tomorrow. Let's see who hit whom."

The crowd started murmuring. Miller and her friend realized the tide was turning and bolted. That night, the forum post was deleted.

I thought it was over. I was wrong. The real nightmare was just beginning.