Chapter 3The Comments Say He Loves Me

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!」

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I recorded and saved all the comments.

The post lasted less than an hour before it was deleted by an admin.