Chapter 7
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Sophia Laurel couldn't help but think, Why do I have to suffer things like this? She refreshed the page, logged out, then logged back in again. But the post was still there.
David Horan.
So shameless.
He didn’t just unlock her phone; he also humiliated her through a status update before she went to bed. Not wanting the situation to escalate or be misunderstood, she searched her name on f*******: Messenger to immediately message him for a confrontation.
"Tangina mo, David! How did you know my password?" she furiously typed.
The typing indicator appeared, signaling that he was online. Instead of a proper reply, he sent her an emoji.
Sophia’s brows furrowed in irritation. "I saw the post you made!" she shot back.
David, however, responded with the audacity of continuing the conversation under her name.
"I've got nine digits as my password. How did you figure it out?"
His reply came fast, dripping with mockery: "987654321 ang password mo. Hindi mo man lang ginamitan ng creativity."
Sophia clenched her fists. This asshole!
"Hayop ka talaga!" she retorted.
But instead of an apology, David flooded her with emojis, laughing and mocking her further.
"Stop sending me emojis!" Sophia typed furiously.
[🤣🤣🤣]
"Alright, I'm giving up!"
[😉😋😛]
Sophia gritted her teeth, her frustration mounting as David’s taunting escalated. But before she could curse him further, a notification popped up on her timeline.
Sophia Laurel:
Hurry! (Big d**k xxx clip with high quality big ass! Right-click before it is deleted!!!
Her eyes widened in horror. He didn’t just post inappropriate content on her behalf—he had also infected her f*******: account with a virus. Messages poured in from friends and acquaintances asking if she was okay or questioning her sanity.
By the time she finished deleting the embarrassing posts, her anger had reached its peak. She dialed David’s number, determined to give him an earful, but each call went unanswered.
"The number you have dialed cannot be reached. Please try and call again later," the operator said.
Sophia groaned, slamming her phone onto her desk. Damn you, David!
The sleepless night left her exhausted and seething. She stormed into the campus the next morning, muttering curses under her breath. Today, she would find David and make him pay for his antics.
"Hello, Sophia! Can I copy your homework?" Kath greeted her, completely unaware of the brewing storm.
"Are you kidding? Don’t you know what happened?" Sophia snapped, dropping her bag on the table.
"What’s wrong? Bad trip ka na naman ba kay Adrian?"
"I have bigger problems than Adrian right now."
Kath raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you mean the 'horny f*******: status'? So, was it David’s doing? Or are you just turned on by him?"
Sophia glared. "Turned on, my ass! I’d rather have my mom scold me in public than deal with that bastard’s pranks."
Her irritation only deepened as Yvonne arrived, casually mentioning that Adrian was looking for her earlier. With everything piling up, Sophia excused herself.
"I’m going to find David," she declared, grabbing her bag.
"Wow, heart's calling him, huh?" Kath teased, winking dramatically.
"My feet are calling him—to kick his ass!" Sophia shot back before storming off toward the Political Science building.
As Sophia Laurel stepped into the towering building, a wave of silence seemed to follow her. All eyes, whether senior or freshmen like herself, turned in her direction with a judgmental intensity that made her stomach churn. It was as if she had committed an unspeakable crime simply by existing in their space.
Did I step into the wrong place? she thought bitterly.
Sophia hadn’t done anything wrong—at least, nothing she could recall. She never stole food from temples or meddled unnecessarily in others' lives. Yet here she was, facing the consequences of sins she might have committed in a past life.
Straightening her shoulders, she forced her legs to carry her across the marble floor. Less than twenty meters away, she spotted her target, David Horan, sitting alone with a manga comic in hand. Without hesitation, she strode toward him, determination fueling her every step.
"Why didn’t you pick up my call?" she demanded as soon as she reached him.
David lazily lifted his gaze from the JJK comic, his expression betraying nothing but mild annoyance.
"You told me not to answer anyone’s calls," he said simply.
"That didn’t include me!"
"You never specified that at the time."
"You’re provoking me, aren’t you? And why the hell did you turn off your phone?"
"Ang annoying mo kasi," David replied, completely unfazed.
Sophia clenched her fists, resisting the urge to throttle him. “Give me my phone back,” she said, holding out her hand impatiently.
David glanced at her hand before answering, "Has my phone been fixed?"
"After the repair is complete, I’ll return it!"
"Then when mine is fixed, I’ll return yours."
Her blood boiled at his calm demeanor. "You are the most unreasonable person I’ve ever met! I swear—"
Before she could finish her tirade, David interrupted, his tone unbothered. "Ang dami mong reklamo."
Sophia bit her lip, realizing her words were getting her nowhere. She tried a different tactic, softening her tone and putting on her most charming smile.
"Aw, don’t get too attached to me, David," she teased. "You’ve had my phone for a day, and now you don’t even want to give it back?"
David snorted, his attention already drifting back to his comic. "Didn’t anyone teach you when you were a kid not to talk nonsense?"
"Teach what?"
"Not to waste people’s time with your nonsense, because clearly, you’re doing it now."
Sophia groaned. She wanted to argue but decided against it. “Fine. Just promise me you won’t mess with my phone again.”
David raised an eyebrow. "Only if you promise not to call me every five minutes."
"Deal."
Satisfied with his answer, Sophia plopped down on the seat across from him, her frustration simmering beneath the surface.
"Do your friends call you ‘Den’?" she asked after a moment.
David barely looked up. "Sometimes."
"What’s your nickname?"
"None."
"What? You don’t have a nickname?"
David sighed, clearly exasperated. "My parents thought a first name was enough."
Sophia smirked, leaning forward. "That’s so sad. Even your parents didn’t give you a nickname? Maybe you weren’t their favorite."
David gave her a look that could freeze a volcano. "Bakit ka nakikialam?"
"Because I’m curious," Sophia replied with a cheeky grin. "Do you have siblings?"
"Not your business."
"Come on, I want to know."
David sighed again, closing his comic. "I have two younger sisters, Sophia and Princess."
Sophia couldn’t help but laugh. "So they got nicknames, and you didn’t? Wow, your parents are hardcore."
David rolled his eyes. "You’re exhausting."
Sophia leaned back, feigning offense. "That’s what everyone says. But admit it—you’d miss me if I wasn’t around."
David didn’t respond, but the faint twitch of his lips didn’t go unnoticed.
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