Queen of the Campus

11

I saw Molly hesitate, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. Heh heh, that's the disadvantage of being a girl—you'll just have to suffer in silence! I plopped down on the stool, then jumped up with a scream. The whole class turned to look at me. My face turned bright red; I was so embarrassed. Actually, there was only a small, sharp piece of wood on the stool, but sitting on it when I wasn't expecting it still hurt. Luckily, class hadn't started yet; if this had happened, I'd want to die.

I glanced at Molly; she was trying her best not to laugh. Something was definitely up. Everyone else was laughing, but she was acting like nothing was wrong. That was too strange. She probably wanted me to make a fool of myself. Plus, her hesitant expression when I sat down—if I didn't understand, I'd be a complete i***t.

Revenge! I'll take revenge by not wearing clothes!

I told you, I'm not a saint either. I immediately touched Molly's thigh.

After class, Molly thought I was going to apologize, so she remained seated. I wanted to go to the restroom, but I wasn't really in the mood, so I decided to stay for another class; it was almost time for dinner. Molly couldn't hold back any longer. "Aren't you going to say something to me?" Seeing her fierce look, I suddenly felt like teasing her again. Sigh, it seems I've really reached the age where I like girls.

"Since my deskmate asked me to say something, I'll say it. I forgive you. I forgive you for reading the note you passed me without my permission. No wonder you're my deskmate, so domineering!"

"Luke," Molly's little hand moved, pinching my arm. I wanted to yell again, but I couldn't bear the embarrassment. Molly only let go when she saw my face contort slightly. "Hmph, I'll let you off this time. But you were quite clever in history class. I was going to expose you, but then I thought about it, and you really did make me laugh. What you said wasn't exactly a lie, so I'll forgive you." Molly smiled, surprisingly not angry at all.

Damn, this girl's mental fortitude is incredible. At the same time, a wicked thought crossed my mind. You're with Skinny Bamboo, right? Skinny Bamboo wants to bully me, so I'll bully you. That's called Tian Ji's horse racing strategy. At most, Skinny Bamboo will beat me up, but I'll take advantage of you every day.

When did I become so wicked?

During evening self-study, I received another note. This time Molly didn't read it; she just gave it to me. It seems she's a little afraid I'll take advantage of her again. I felt a slight pang of disappointment. Luke, you're so mean.

Thinking that it might be Sophie who wrote it to me again, I felt a surge of excitement and forgot Molly's sarcastic remarks beside me. I opened the letter, and my heart sank.

"You little punk, don't think I don't know what you've been up to, daring to set your sights on my wife. You'd better come find me on the playground after evening self-study, or I'll have someone beat you up every day from now on."

The sender was none other than Shawn.

"No wonder she pretended not to know. I thought Molly wouldn't tell, but she actually told Skinny. Damn, does she think she's so smart just because she's pretty? Will she tell her husband if she cheats on me? Is this my beautiful deskmate? A face like a peach blossom, a heart like a serpent—the more I look at her, the more I hate her." I turned to look at Sophie sitting in the middle, and suddenly felt much better. Taking advantage of Sophie's glance up, I quickly turned my head back.

"What, does your 'adopted sister' want to see you?" Molly asked, looking like a curious child.

"At this point, I wasn't afraid at all." If I were still in junior high, I believe I would have been completely flustered, but now I felt calm. People say a man who hasn't fought isn't a man, so am I supposed to lose my virginity today? "Get lost, I'm disgusted just looking at you, you slut." Without thinking, I started cursing. It wasn't a big deal between us, did you really need that skinny guy to beat me up? Although I was prepared to take a beating, I was still angry.

"Luke, you, you insulted me, what did I do to you?" Molly got agitated and tried to argue with me.

I couldn't be bothered with her. I was going to do my homework, but I couldn't concentrate anymore. I turned my head to look out the window, but it was pitch black outside, and even with the lights on, there wasn't a soul in sight on the playground. What should I do? Should I just let him beat me up like this? Should I repeat the same mistakes, one Tara after another, and then an even worse one? Actually, in the second half of junior high, Tara had stopped bothering me so much, but this skinny guy clearly wouldn't let it go, and I don't know what that slutty Molly said. Of course, I could go to Tyler and say Sophie asked you to help me, but what kind of person would I be hiding under a girl's protection? After thinking it over, I still had no idea. I decided to just go anyway and see if I could talk to her; after all, I only touched her. I wanted to find some handy tools just in case, but where could I find them in such a hurry? It wasn't a military surplus store.

Speaking of which, girls are so strange. Molly, who had been sulking alone, became curious again when she saw me like this. "What are you doing so mysteriously?"

"You're not going to tell your boyfriend again, are you?" I gave her a disgusted look.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have a boyfriend." Molly was quite confused.

Keep pretending. I couldn't stand it anymore. "You mean that skinny guy?"