The teacher looked up from her desk. "Something funny?"
"No," Liz said, wiping her mouth. "Just the irony of someone failing spelling class trying to read private notes."
Flash muttered something and slouched back.
I tapped my pen on the desk and passed one last note.
"Your turn. Make it filthy or I win."
MJ didn't look at me. But her hand moved. Pen slid over the page fast, like she already had something locked and loaded.
She waited five minutes. Then passed the paper back without a word.
I unfolded it under the desk. Read fast.
"You aren't worth a crust test. You are more like tectonic waste. Hot, unstable, and probably leaking gas."
I grinned. That was not a no.
I scribbled back, "Leak is just excitement. Wanna test my magma output?"
Slid it across.
She shook her head but took the note. Didn't even hide the smirk this time.
Flash leaned over again. "You two writing a porn script?"
"No," I said. "But now that you mentioned it, maybe you can audition for the role of background cuck."
Liz laughed. MJ bit her lip, scribbling again. This time the note came back folded twice. She is getting serious.
"If you're magma, you're the kind that cools too fast to be useful."
I flicked my pen. "Good. That means I will outlast you while you figure out how to spell orgasm."
MJ's mouth opened like she had something cocked and loaded, then shut it again, eyes narrowing. She passed another note, folded smaller this time. I opened it under the desk.
"If you think you are the smartest guy in the room just because you can write 'orgasm' on paper, then congratulations. You are every girl's second mistake."
I chuckled, as I passed mine, "Second? I thought you were still a virgin. I guess you call your pillow your first now?"
MJ read it, her mouth twitched like she was fighting a smile and an insult at the same time. Her pen tapped the desk twice before she started scribbling again. This one took longer. Probably a full essay about how much of a dick I was.
The note slid back across.
"If I am a virgin, then you are a premature disappointment with a WiFi addiction. At least my pillow does not cry after."
I smirked and grabbed the corner of my worksheet.
"I cry because your pillow keeps whispering your name in my ear. Real intimacy is terrifying."
She bit her lower lip, eyes glued to the board, pretending like she was not plotting murder or marriage. Maybe both.
She passed one more, folded smaller this time. Like she was trying to fit an entire insult in the size of my ego. Cute. I unfolded it with one hand under the desk.
"Must be nice being that delusional. Do you wake up every morning thinking you are the main character?"
I leaned over slightly and scribbled near the margin. "Is this your FL arc? Wanna ride me to fame?"
She snatched the note back like it was radioactive. Just stared at it, pen between her fingers like she was thinking whether to write a comeback or stab me in the neck.
[System]: Mmm~ baby, that one landed. She is glitching like a schoolgirl in a forbidden romance fanfic.
I sat back and watched her from the corner of my eye. She was pretending not to be bothered. Class dragged, everyone was taking notes they wouldn't use. Then she passed something.
"If I wanted fame, I would not start with a supporting character."
I grinned.
Wrote back.
"Supporting characters don't get you wet at midnight, princess. That is lead role energy."
She read it. Bit her nail. Then looked down and wrote so fast the paper almost ripped.
"You wish. The only thing wet is your ego. Drown in it."
I flipped the paper, scribbled.
"Then stop staring every time I walk past. Ego might leak through your seat."
She didn't respond. Just shoved the paper in her bag and turned toward the front. Eyes locked forward like I had just won something she didn't want to admit she was playing for.
[System]: Oooh~ someone is getting hot under the textbook. You keep this up, and I will have to write her a vibrator upgrade just to keep up.
Bell rang. Class ended like a sigh no one wanted to admit they were holding. Everyone packed up fast. MJ was already halfway out the door before I zipped my bag.
Lunch was a repeat of the circus. Zoey sat on my left, hip brushing mine like we were fused. Trixie on the right, already half-draped over the table like a bored lioness waiting for someone to slip. And Cassie slid in across from me with that look. The look that said "I remember how deep you were yesterday" without needing to actually say it.
"You should have come, Peter," Cassie said, nudging her tray closer. "We had so much fun."
Zoey leaned her head on my shoulder like I was a bedpost. "We swam. We got wet. And not just from the water."
Trixie picked at her salad, "Pool was cold. Someone should have been there to keep us warm."
I popped a fry in my mouth. "I was busy not turning into a cliche."
Cassie laughed, "That is cute. But we both know you wanted to."
Zoey tilted her head, lip between teeth. "You missed out. Trixie got dared to do a handstand in the water. Let us just say, gravity didn't do her bikini any favors."
Trixie didn't flinch. "At least mine didn't float away. Like yours."
Zoey grinned. "That was strategic."
I tossed another fry in. "Sounds like a hot mess."
Cassie pushed her hair over one shoulder. "You could have joined. Or watched. Or participated. We even took photos."
Trixie pulled out her phone. Tilted it just enough for me to catch a glimpse. Three of them, topless. Wet hair. Swimsuits so thin they might as well have been painted on.
Cassie whispered, "We would have let you pick who sits on your lap."
Zoey whispered louder, "Or face."
I reached for their nuggets. "Cool."
They all glared. Annoyed. Also still wet. Also still hot. Trixie huffed like I had stolen her lunch and her last nerve. "Maybe we should invite Flash next time."
I laughed, so cold, their nipples stood to attention, "Sure," I said, chewing slow. "Go ahead. But the second you do that, you can forget about ever breathing the same air as me."
She froze, "I didn't mean that, Peter."
Her hand found my arm like she thought skin contact could undo stupidity. "I was just joking."
I stared at her hand. Then looked up. "No. You were testing."
Zoey leaned in. "Come on, it was a joke."
"Yeah," I said. "And I am laughing."
Cassie shifted in her seat. "We were just messing with you."
"You mess with socks," I said. "Not with someone who had his dick in you."
Trixie dropped her gaze. "You are right."
"No shit," I said, grabbing another nugget. "Now eat or leave. This isn't group therapy."
They ate quietly. Maybe embarrassed. Maybe wet in a different way now.
[System]: Mmm~ my ovaries gonna explode, baby. I am literally gushing. You are so manly.
I groaned in my head, 'I am not trying to be. These sluts are just... sluts. This isn't some easternized webnovel fantasy where western girls suddenly turn into shy virgins who giggle at the idea of harem. This is real. Messy. Loud. Aggressively thirsty. Full of small-dick losers who think every girl I glance at has to orbit my dick like it is a cult. They can all fuck off.
Three girls ate in quiet, then got up to leave. They hovered for a second like they expected me to say something. High school was a fuckfest. They were riding someone else last week. Today, addicted to my cock like it was prescription medication with a side of emotional delusion. Tomorrow? Who knew. Probably some new dick with a pulse and a bad attitude. I would not cry to keep them. If they wanted to stay, they would. This wasn't a cheap harem fanfic with the mindset of a mine or death.
Zoey lingered a second longer, probably thought staying late would buy her exclusive dick rights. Cassie gave a quick glance over her shoulder, memory of my tongue was still haunting her swimsuit line. Trixie tried to toss her hair back with that fake confidence girls wore like lip gloss, but it snagged on her earring. She cursed under her breath, fixed it, then walked out.
[System]: That was a power play, sugar. Straight alpha. You could have waved your dick like a flag and they still would not leave. Now they are leaving soaked, confused, and probably arguing in a bathroom about who sucked it better.
MJ sat across, glaring at me, "Fell from grace?"
I stabbed my fork into the last chicken nugget, leaned back, and gave her the most unimpressed look I could manage with greasy fingers. "That implies I was ever on a pedestal. I am not some fallen angel, sweetheart. I am the guy who never left the gutter and just happens to look good in it."
Her brow twitched. "So you are proud of being a dick?"
"Not proud. Just realistic."
She pushed her tray forward, "Cassie, Zoey, and Trixie. All three of them? In one week?"
I chewed slowly. "I am efficient."
MJ shook her head. "You are disgusting."
"Accurate. But also hydrated. Thank you, Cassie."
"You think this is funny?"
"I think high school is a meat market, and I just stopped pretending I am vegetarian."
She rolled her eyes. "You don't even like them."
"Like has nothing to do with it."
"They aren't toys."
"No. They are players. Same as me. We are all just playing different positions."
She huffed from her nose, "This is what you want to become, a man slut?"
I chewed the last nugget slowly, swallowed, and wiped my fingers on a napkin. "Better than pretending to be something I am not."
"You think sleeping around makes you real?"
"No. But lying about wanting to does not make anyone noble."
She folded her arms, brows pulling together like she thought looking stern would win the argument. "You sound like a punchline."
"And you sound like a sermon nobody asked for."
"Those girls are going to hate you."
"Maybe. Maybe they will love me. Maybe they will forget me tomorrow. Not my problem either way."
MJ leaned forward. "You are hurting people."
"No. They came to me. They made the choice. I am not leading anyone. I am not promising anything. They want heat, I am fire. Burn is part of the deal."
She stared at me for a second, then shook her head. "You think you are some hotshot now. Big man on campus because three girls lost their brains and their underwear over you?"
I stared at her, really could not summon even the hint of emotion. "MJ, you dated Harry for two months. His reputation was worse than mine when you signed up. He cheated on you three times before you dumped his cheating ass. Stop fucking lecturing me."
MJ's eyes flickered, with the kind of twitch that shows someone hates being reminded of their own taste in garbage.
"That was different."
"Yeah," I said, leaning back, propping my elbows on the bench. "He was dumber, uglier, and less honest. Total upgrade, right?"
"You don't get to judge me."
"I am not. I am pointing out the hypocrisy with a megaphone. You hooked up with Midtown's discount playboy, got burned, and now you are playing guidance counselor for someone who at least tells girls what they are getting."
She crossed her arms, jaw tight. "You aren't honest. You just dress it up in sarcasm and think that makes it noble."
"I don't sell dreams. I don't play the boyfriend game. They come, they go. Nobody's confused except you, apparently."
She stood up like the argument was finished. She didn't say anything, just snatched her bag and turned so fast her chair screeched. Her tray was still there. Half a sandwich, untouched fries, and a juice box. I reached out and pulled it toward me.
Free meal!
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