My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 185

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My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy

Chapter 185 Deleting All My Social Media

I swiped my thumb across the glass. I opened the main school forum application. The homepage resembled a war zone. My name and

Ryder’s name dominated every single thread. The leaked photograph of the blue ink contract sat pinned to the top of the feed. The

camera flash highlighted the specific clauses we drafted in the chemistry lab.

I scrolled through the anonymous comments. The words jumped off the screen, sharp and lethal.

User449. She played the innocent nerd for four years. What a massive scam.

User812: Steinmann paid her to keep his record clean. I bet he bought her that dress for the winter formal. A literal transaction.

User772: I saw them in the library last month. She lectured him about chemistry. She was writing his essays for cash.

User 105: The East Side rat tried to steal the top rank. Good riddance.

They did not see the truth. They refused to see the boy who picked my discarded eraser off the floor. They refused to acknowledge the quiet devotion hidden in his dark closet. They looked at our connection and saw a dirty, calculated scam.

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I swiped to the next thread. This one hurt worse than the elite gossip. It did not come from the wealthy students. It came from a junior in the B-wing A girl on a partial academic scholarship.

User 331: 1 used to look up to her. We thought she proved we could beat the rich kids on merit. She just sold out like the rest of them. She makes all the scholarship kids look like frauds. She ruined it for us.

A tear broke past my eyelashes. It fell onto the glass screen, blurring the harsh text.

The B-wing turned against me. The quiet students who shared my struggles saw me as a traitor. I lost my allies. I lost my community. The fake contract burned the bridge connecting me to the only people who understood my world. I became a cautionary tale for the working

class

The phone buzzed in my palm. A new notification popped up at the top of the screen. Trent Lawson tagged me in a video link.

I clicked the banner. The application switched. A video started playing.

Harper Vance filled the screen. She sat on the edge of a massive, plush velvet bed. Crystal lamps cast a warm, flattering glow on her perfect blonde hair. She wore a pristine Crestview blazer over a designer silk shirt. The background showcased extreme wealth, a stark contrast to my cramped, faded bedroom.

She held a piece of lined notebook paper in her manicured hand.

“Hello, Crestview, Harper began. Her voice dripped with fake sympathy and cruel amusement. “We need to talk about the massive scandal rocking our senior class

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She held the notebook paper up to the camera lens. She drew fake signatures in blue crayon at the bottom of the page, mocking the

leaked photograph.

I always knew Raisa Petrova did not belong in our hallways,” Harper continued. She lowered the paper and stared into the lens. “She wore those cheap, faded sweaters. She carried a canvas bag that smelled like diner grease. We ignored her because she kept her head down. But

then she tried to play the game.”

Harper let out a sharp, mocking laugh. The sound sent a cold chill down my spine.

“She tried to secure the ultimate prize, Harper said. ‘She thought a fake contract with a billionaire heir would elevate her status. She

thought pretending to date Ryder made her untouchable.”

The video cut to a zoomed-in shot of Harper’s face. The fake sympathy vanished, replaced by pure, unfiltered venom.

“You are a charity case, Raisa, Harper spat the words. “You are a girl from a broken neighborhood. You cannot forge a signature and expect us to bow. You played a massive trick on the administration, and you got caught. Enjoy the expulsion. We will not miss the smell

of cheap coffee in the A-wing.”

The video ended. The screen went black for a split second before the application looped the footage, starting the cruel monologue over

again.

I dropped the phone onto the mattress. The device bounced on the blankets. The tinny sound of Harper’s voice continued to play from the

small speakers.

Hello, Crestview. We need to talk about the massive scandal…

I pressed my hands over my ears. I squeezed my eyes shut. The walls of the small bedroom felt like they were closing in on me. The air grew thin. My lungs burned with every uneven breath.

I spent my high school career fighting their assumptions. I used complex equations and flawless essays as a shield. I built a fortress of intelligence to protect my fragile pride from their relentless cruelty. The leaked photograph dismantled the fortress in a single day, leaving me exposed to their fire.

The digital whisper campaign stripped my dignity bare. They mocked my mother. They mocked the greasy diner. They took the poverty 1 tried so hard to overcome and turned it into a lethal weapon. They aimed the weapon at my chest and pulled the trigger.

I lowered my hands. I opened my eyes. I looked at the cell phone resting on the bed.

I could not fight back. I possessed zero leverage in this arena. A reply meant giving them more ammunition. A denial meant playing their twisted game. The truth meant nothing to a crowd hungry for destruction. They craved a villain. Chloe handed them a villain on a silver platter, and they feasted on the remains of my reputation.

I refused to watch them tear my life apart in real time. I refused to let their toxic poison fill the quiet sanctuary of my bedroom.

I reached out and picked the device up. I pressed my thumb against the screen. I closed the video application. The homepage appeared,

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filled with colorful squares and red notification badges.

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