Chapter 6: Game On

Behind me, the girls started chattering angrily.

"She did that on purpose, right? So vicious!"

"Trying to get the heartthrob’s attention with this trick? Pathetic!"

"Heard her family’s got connections—that’s why she’s so arrogant!"

I waved back without looking, grinning brightly: "Yep, I just want him to remember me."

I made a peace sign. No hard feelings—just business.

Remember—not to mess with me.

I wanted the message to stick: this is my turf now.

After that, Ben Young’s life got especially interesting.

In the cafeteria, the next table would always ‘accidentally’ spill a bowl of tomato soup, splattering his white shirt with red stains.

The lunch ladies shrugged, but everyone knew it was no accident.

In the library, someone would always ‘accidentally’ flick ink, landing right on his forehead and sliding down his nose like a villain in a comic book.

The librarian tutted, but Ben just wiped it off, stone-faced.

At sports day rehearsal, a raw egg came flying from who-knows-where—smack!—right on the back of his head, egg yolk sticking in his hair, glistening in the sun.

Some jock tried to hand him a towel. He just grinned and said, “Guess I’m breakfast.”

The whole school was buzzing.

"That transfer student hired people to mess with Ben Young!"

"Heard her dad’s in the mafia!"

"Ben Young is so unlucky... but still so handsome..."

Whispers swirled through the dorms, like wildfire.

But Ben Young’s response was unexpected.

He posted a statement on the confession page:

He looked straight at me, a challenge in his eyes. Game on.