Chapter 5: The Confession and the Revolt
Carter’s grades kept falling, down to 65th place, while I’d closed the gap from over 300 places to now beating him by 20. He couldn’t take it anymore. A month before the SATs, at the graduation and senior ceremony, he spent a fortune to buy me Jimmy Choo heels and confessed in front of everyone.
The school held the ceremony a month before exams so students could relax one last time before buckling down. Few confessed at this time—if you failed, it could ruin both your relationship and your future.
Carter held flowers and shoes, staring at me intensely. The senior class, bored for too long, went wild with gossip. "Say yes! Say yes!"
I looked him up and down, half-smiling. "What’s this?" My heart wasn’t even racing.
He looked like he was going all in. "You’ve always been my Desk Buddy, my Princess Lane. I didn’t cherish you before, but now it’s my turn to chase you. Be my girlfriend, okay?"
Me: "No."
*App: [Detected that Heather Lane rejected your public confession. Regretfully, Charisma -30. Next test, your score will drop by 30 points.]*
Carter was devastated. "Why?"
I answered sincerely, "You’re not good enough for me."
He choked up. "Desk Buddy, I know I was wrong. After you left, I couldn’t face reality—I just couldn’t bring myself to care anymore."
Me: "Wow, you really are useless." I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
After rejecting Carter, nothing changed. I kept studying hard. I’d finished all the high school material, and my two tutors even started teaching me college content. It was painful but exhilarating. Like tearing off a scab and finally letting the wound breathe.
In the first mock exam after the ceremony, I ranked third in the grade. Jessica was 41st.
After that, I never saw the assistant principal again. If I did, he’d turn and run, his beer belly bouncing. I had to bite my lip not to laugh every time.
But what shocked everyone more than my progress was Carter’s comeback—he reclaimed first place and broke the school record with a 1590.
When he found out my score, Carter just shrugged, saying, "So what if Heather Lane tries harder? As long as I want, she’ll always be beneath me."
I kept an eye on him and realized he was stringing along several girls at once. All of them were famously beautiful and smart. I followed him after class a few times and figured out the Heartbreaker App’s rules.
I guessed the app gave more charisma if the target was someone who boosted his vanity—beautiful, smart, admired. As long as a top girl did something for him, he’d get a big charisma boost and more points. That’s why Jessica’s charisma was limited—being with her didn’t make him look good.
I got the contacts of those five girls and made a group chat: Carter’s Backup Girls and Me. All of them had seen their grades drop. I muted the group and told them if they kept getting tangled with Carter, their scores would fall further. If they stopped now, his grades would drop and theirs would rise. Because his points were stolen from them.
[Believe it or not, I’ll update Carter’s next score here in real time.]
[1540 points.]
[1490 points.]
"1550 points." I cursed in the group. "Which one of you is still being a lovesick fool? Don’t you want to get into college?"
The scores kept updating. Some left the group, others joined.
[1450 points.]
[1400 points.]
[1430 points.]
[1350 points.]
[1380 points.]
[1320 points.]
[1250 points.] I sent a string of thumbs-up. [Nice going, girls. What’s more important, your future or some guy?]
The score finally froze at 1040. Sure enough, Carter’s next score was 1040—he dropped from first to outside the top 100. I lifted the mute. The group was silent, then one girl typed [There are plenty of guys out there 😏] and left. Others followed. Carter’s score kept dropping: 900, 800. Word spread—no one paid him any attention anymore. I couldn’t help but smile. Karma, right?













