Queen of the Campus

8

"Hey, why are you glaring at me like that? You think I won't slap you across the face right now?" the sleazy guy said, making a move to strike.

"Brother Qing, I don't think I've offended you, have I?" My heart ached, I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. If I had a knife, I really wanted to stab him to death.

"Heh, you know what you did," Brother Qing said with the air of a big brother.

"Shawn, Wang Wei, what are you two doing?" Molly stormed in, yelling, "Don't you dare bully my brother!"

To be honest, besides a touch of warmth, I felt incredibly embarrassed. A guy like me needed a girl to protect him.

"Mengmeng's back. It's nothing, I was just talking to your brother, right, Xiaofan?" The first sentence was warm and friendly, the second chilling.

I immediately understood!

"That'd better be it. If I find out you've bullied him, you'll be sorry."

"How could I dare? I like him too much to ask." The two of them bickered until class started. Suddenly, I even started to dislike Molly.

Yesterday she told me she wouldn't date in high school, and today they're so familiar. I didn't know how to feel. Molly tried to talk to me in class, but I ignored her. Because I could already predict that skinny Shawn wouldn't let me off the hook. Even though he's skinny, he's tall, rich, and handsome, and many girls in the class have been gossiping about him. Besides him, Tyler from our dorm is also being talked about. Just like we often gossip about Molly and Sophie in our dorm, I think the girls' dorm is gossiping about Tyler and Shawn too.

At this age of surging hormones, what's impossible?

"Hey, little brother, let me ask you something. What do you think of Shawn?" Molly suddenly asked me during self-study.

I almost exploded with anger. I already disliked him, and now he had to ask me. "If you want to be his girlfriend, then be her. Why are you asking me? Are you crazy?" I said, then immediately regretted it.

Sure enough, Molly got angry too. "What do you mean? I'm asking you, so what? Fine, don't tell me then. Don't be my little brother anymore. I hate guys who throw tantrums." Molly was arguing with me.

"Damn it! That bastard Shawn deliberately came looking for tea and you pretended not to see him, and now you hate me just because I said one thing?" I didn't care about the consequences anymore. "Fine, I won't do it! Do you think I care?"

"Then who was it that shamelessly insisted I be his sister?" Molly glanced at me disdainfully. "Don't talk to me again."

Our voices grew louder and louder, and everyone else in the class stared at us in surprise. I stopped talking, silently sat on my stool, and turned my face to the window. I've lost count of how many times I've done this; I'm numb to it now.

Actually, I should thank Molly. If it weren't for her, I might have been beaten up by Shawn. But I'm not going to apologize, and I don't want to. My first friend, a one-day friendship—a special way to commemorate this. Now I'm thinking about dealing with Shawn's attack. Just like the sleazy guy trying so hard to impress the skinny guy, Shawn will definitely try his best to impress Molly. Now that he knows we've fallen out, he'll definitely be happy to teach me a lesson, and might even show off his heroism and chivalry in front of Molly.

After class, Molly left without saying goodbye. We ate lunch together yesterday, so it seems that's impossible now. As soon as I saw Shawn coming, I ran towards the classroom door, but there were too many people, and I was immediately grabbed and dragged back by his henchman, a sleazy guy. The girls in the classroom, seeing something was wrong, quickly packed up and left, leaving only one person behind—Sophie. Most boys like to watch the drama unfold. All five of my dormmates were there, but it was clear we couldn't rely on them because—we weren't close.

For a moment, I wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but my experience in junior high school had profoundly reminded me that kindness is often taken advantage of, and if I gave in, my entire three years of high school would be ruined.

So, the next moment, I clenched my fist.

Although I'm not as tall as him, and although I'm still very weak, from this moment on, I will never beg for mercy again! Bring it on!

“Hi, Mouse.” Sophie suddenly walked towards me. “Didn’t you say you’d treat me to lunch today?” Sophie winked, a sly glint in her eyes.

I instantly understood what she meant. At that moment, I felt nothing but gratitude. I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. Molly’s help was something she wanted the whole world to know, while Sophie’s help was something she wanted the whole world to keep quiet. Everything has its comparisons, and although saying this might sound a bit ungrateful, I had just had a big argument with Molly, and I was feeling slightly unbalanced, even harboring resentment towards Molly.

I’ve said it before, I’m not a saint either. I’ll get my revenge sooner or later, just like I waited a year to get back at Tara. Even though my methods were childish, and Tara saw right through me.

“Yeah, Sophie, let’s go.” I immediately grabbed her hand. Firstly, to make it seem like we were close, and secondly, because I have a crush on her. My dorm mates were astonished to find Sophie and I so close; their expressions varied widely.

I knew I was safe at noon, because even the most shameless and lewd guy wants to maintain a good image in front of a pretty girl. Even if he knows there's absolutely no chance, he'll still do it.

I despise that kind of person, and unfortunately, I am one of them. However, at least for now, I can't maintain a good image in front of a pretty girl, because I don't have the means.