Chapter 2

I barged in, and as soon as they saw me, they scrambled to gather their clothes in a panic. 

"How dare you barge into a woman’s room like that! Don’t you have any manners?" Diana snapped, her face twisted with indignation.

"I bet his parents were too busy reproducing to even remember their responsibilities," Mikky chimed in with a sneer. 

I shot him a deadly glare, my fists clenched with fury, before turning my full attention to Diana.

“Did you send me those texts just so I could walk in on this mess?!” I snapped, struggling to keep my anger in check.

Diana didn’t respond; instead, she dashed to grab her phone and started typing furiously.

 I watched her, feeling a mix of hurt and rage. I had done so much for her, and this was how she repaid me. I had gone above and beyond to make her happy, even when it meant risking my own tuition.

I even bought her the phone she was using. 

My heart sank when she finally found what she was looking for, tossed the phone aside, and rolled her eyes. 

“The message wasn’t for you, Jordan. It was a mistake. Just move on.”

Her words stung, but it was the casual way she said it that hurt the most.

“What’s going on, Diana?” I asked, hoping her explanation would ease my mind because I wasn’t sure I could handle the truth.

“What does it look like, Jordan? Don’t be so naive.”

“If it’s about the message, it wasn’t meant for you, it was for Mikky. I accidentally sent it to you,” her words shattered my world again.

 I thought she might feel some remorse or at least a hint of shame, but she just stood there, her body language screaming for me to leave.

“Was everything we had just a joke?” I didn’t even know why I was asking, but I really hoped she’d give me some reassurance.  

“There was never an 'us,' Jordan.I know my worth, and being around you just brings me down. I deserve better.” She walked over to Mikky, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a gentle kiss on his lips.  

“I deserve someone like Mikky, not someone who’s got nothing going for him.” She said that right after breaking the kiss.

 Mikky had this smug look on his face, and my fists clenched. I was on the brink of losing it. Jealousy washed over me.

 I had always protected her, never even held her hand without her permission, and here she was, giving Mikky everything on a silver platter.

 It made me more irritated than jealous, especially seeing how easily she seemed to throw it all away for a scholarship.   

“You should be thankful I even gave you a chance, but whatever you think we had…” Diana pointed at me, then at herself, letting it sink in. “It’s over… everything, Jordan.”  

I gasped, feeling like the ground had dropped out from under me. The world around me started to spin, and I grabbed a chair to steady myself.

I could hear whispers and murmurs behind me as students began to gather.  

“Get out.” Diana spat, pointing towards the door.

Her tone was icy and threatening. 

Mikky stepped up to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and she instantly switched from anger to a sultry smile, biting her lip. “No need to stress, Cherry. He can just stand there while we put on a show for him.”  

“Shameless jerk!” I spat, my anger boiling over.

 At that moment, his hand slipped under Diana's dress, and a soft moan escaped her lips. 

I couldn’t take it anymore; I charged at him and landed a punch. 

Mikky staggered back, but as he tried to come at me, I caught his weak hand and hit him again, sending him tumbling.

 He ducked behind some chairs, trying to dodge me as I moved.  

“What are you all staring at? Can’t someone control this mad dog?” Mikky yelled at the crowd, but most just ignored him, glued to the scene. Some were already on their phones, and I couldn’t help but worry about what kind of caption would accompany this on the school’s social platform.

"Hey everyone, I’m offering $300 to anyone who can handle this bulldog." 

My eyes widened at the sight of cash being thrown around by Mikky.

 He was literally buying his way through this. I shot a warning glare at the entrance, hoping to scare them off, but it was too late; a bunch of them were already rushing toward me, and in seconds, they had me pinned down.

Mikky approached and landed a solid punch right on me. I winced in pain, tasting blood in my mouth. 

"Get him outside," Mikky ordered, leading the way. 

I was still trying to break free, but they were way too strong for me, and I was quickly overpowered.

Pain coursed through me, but the adrenaline kept me pushing forward. 

Mikky had that cocky grin creeping back as he walked over to me. "You're finished, busboy!" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. 

He kicked me hard in the gut, and I groaned, my body curling up as his goons held me down, my arms and legs pinned.

I struggled to catch my breath, but it was pointless. Mikky wasn’t done with me yet. 

He pressed his foot against my face, grinding his fancy shoe into my skin. 

"This is your end!" he hissed, stomping down harder, the pressure becoming unbearable as he trampled me.