The next day, I was cornered at school.
Jordan strode straight into our classroom, grabbed my collar, and dragged me out.
More and more onlookers gathered around.
I stumbled along, eyes brimming with tears. "Jordan, what are you doing?"
"Worried about me?" He sneered.
I nodded vigorously, my expression on the verge of tears. "I consider you my best friend..."
Logan, standing nearby, smiled gently and turned to say, "She even told your parents that you're her best friend."
Connor crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. He chuckled innocently, "Is that so? That's really heartbreaking."
I had bullied Connor the longest, and he had mastered my hypocrite tricks. Though I was itching to retaliate, I continued to sob, feigning sorrow. "Connor, you said you liked me last night. How can you ignore me today?"
The surrounding students erupted into chatter.
The grip on my collar tightened. Jordan glared at Connor.
Logan's lips twitched slightly, his smile lacking sincerity. "Are you two having a secret affair behind our backs?"
Tears welled up in my eyes. "Logan, you've really misunderstood me..."
After saying this, I skillfully grabbed Connor's hand and sniffled, "Even though I rejected you, you shouldn't just stand by and watch me being slandered, or be bullied..."
Connor fell silent.
Gritting his teeth, Jordan snapped, "Shut up."
The onlookers couldn't bear it any longer and called the headmaster over.
Headmaster angrily exclaimed, "Jordan! What are you doing? Why are you bullying your classmate?!"
I was saved.
Logan followed to explain the situation, leaving Connor behind.
Connor's demeanor was mild, showing no signs of anger. He had a much better temper than he did when he was younger, and he didn't cry at the drop of a hat.
He asked, "How come I didn't know I liked you? Oh, and I have a penchant for collecting skirts?"
I blinked. "Why did you change your tune after confessing? And when you holding a skirt, I definitely saw you..."
Connor spoke softly, and the surrounding students couldn't quite hear. Gradually, they dispersed.
Connor stepped forward. "Mia, everyone's gone. You don't have to pretend anymore, right?"
I walked beside him, paused, and narrowed my eyes. "Oh."
The smile on his face became more pronounced. By the time I realized something was wrong, he had pulled me into an empty classroom.
I widened my eyes. "Wait—"
As the door closed, my back slammed against it. The classroom curtains were drawn tightly shut.
In the darkness, my chin was firmly grasped. "Having fun?"
It wasn't pleasant not being able to see anything.
Seeing this, I forced a cold laugh. "Fun? Oh, it's a blast."
The person opposite me paused, seeming curious. "Did I offend you when we were kids?"
I was stunned for a moment.
Offend wasn't quite the right word.
When I was little, I just liked pretty things, and coincidentally, these three were handsome. I liked them a lot.
Although my way of liking them may have been wrong, I still liked them.
Until one day, the so-called system told me that the world I lived in was just a novel, and I was the vicious secondary character.
As the villainess, I bullied the three male leads from childhood, leaving them with deep childhood traumas. The female lead would appear in due time to save them. As for me, the ending was tragic.
The system pleaded earnestly, "If you do what the female lead should do from now on, won't you become the female lead? The boundless wealth and glory will be yours, won't they?"
At such a young age, I didn't quite understand, but I felt very unhappy.
I'm not the villainess? And the ending is tragic?
From then on, seeing those three went from fondness to a desire for abuse.
Alright. You want to give me a tragic ending? I'll seek revenge first!
The system: "...Please don't..."
Me: "Get lost."
The memory ended.
I remained expressionless. "Hmm."
"What did I do to offend you?" Connor asked.
I replied, "You're ugly."
"..."
