Raise Your Bastard? Nah, Reborn to Return Your Future Jailbird! - Chapter 106: Chapter 106
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Jessica took a few days off after I slapped her.
She didn't show up in the dorm, and the gossip on campus started to cool off, replaced by some new scandal.
But I knew better—this wasn't over.
She planned this way ahead of time.
Those shower photos?
She took them ages ago.
No way in hell she's letting this go.
But instead of her next move, I got a breakup text from my boyfriend.
Right.
In all the chaos with Jessica, I'd almost forgotten about that piece of trash.
Ryan.
We'd been together for three years in college.
He chased me for three months before I finally gave him a shot.
He used to be all sweet and caring—big thanks to Jessica for helping me see who he really is.
The second I answered his call, he went off.
No pause. No hello. Just rage.
"Mia, you really had me fooled."
"Three damn years and you never let me touch you—I thought you were just shy or something, turns out you were already screwing someone else."
Same crap he pulled in the last life.
Only difference?
I don't give a damn anymore.
"Did your mom give birth without a brain in your skull, or did it just rot from never being used?"
"You believe whatever bullshit people throw at you, huh?"
"Talkin' about sex like it's a hobby—If you're that obsessed, why not apply to be Sleeping Beauty?"
"Should be right up your alley."
I didn't even wait to hear his next insult.
Hung up.
Done.
I knew it—Jessica was at it again.
On the way back to the dorm, I could feel the stares.
Whispers followed me down every hallway.
When I finally stepped into the room, Jessica was still gone.
Taylor yanked me to her desk.
"Check the campus forum," she said.
Boom.
There it was.
Pictures of me in a towel—from that summer trip, when I FaceTimed Jessica from the hotel.
Now they were everywhere.
Captioned:
"My roommate's always out at hotels with random guys… y'all think she's okay?"
The photos looked like hotel rooms—definitely not our dorm.
Comment section? Exploding.
"Damn, this girl's body is fire."
"No way, that's the hot girl from the Psych department?"
"She's out here living wild, huh?"
"Yo, anyone got her rate?"
"Okay but why are we posting someone's private photos?"
"She plays the innocent type, but she's clearly a freak."
Just like last time.
Jessica had posted my private photos to make it look like I was sleeping around.
And she didn't stop there—she even edited the pictures to make them look more like selfies.
This wasn't some heat-of-the-moment revenge.
She planned this.
No matter how hard I tried to ignore the stares, the smirks, the whispering,
Jessica made damn sure the internet caught fire.
But not this time.
Some people only learn when you burn their world to the ground.
She didn't show up in the dorm, and the gossip on campus started to cool off, replaced by some new scandal.
But I knew better—this wasn't over.
She planned this way ahead of time.
Those shower photos?
She took them ages ago.
No way in hell she's letting this go.
But instead of her next move, I got a breakup text from my boyfriend.
Right.
In all the chaos with Jessica, I'd almost forgotten about that piece of trash.
Ryan.
We'd been together for three years in college.
He chased me for three months before I finally gave him a shot.
He used to be all sweet and caring—big thanks to Jessica for helping me see who he really is.
The second I answered his call, he went off.
No pause. No hello. Just rage.
"Mia, you really had me fooled."
"Three damn years and you never let me touch you—I thought you were just shy or something, turns out you were already screwing someone else."
Same crap he pulled in the last life.
Only difference?
I don't give a damn anymore.
"Did your mom give birth without a brain in your skull, or did it just rot from never being used?"
"You believe whatever bullshit people throw at you, huh?"
"Talkin' about sex like it's a hobby—If you're that obsessed, why not apply to be Sleeping Beauty?"
"Should be right up your alley."
I didn't even wait to hear his next insult.
Hung up.
Done.
I knew it—Jessica was at it again.
On the way back to the dorm, I could feel the stares.
Whispers followed me down every hallway.
When I finally stepped into the room, Jessica was still gone.
Taylor yanked me to her desk.
"Check the campus forum," she said.
Boom.
There it was.
Pictures of me in a towel—from that summer trip, when I FaceTimed Jessica from the hotel.
Now they were everywhere.
Captioned:
"My roommate's always out at hotels with random guys… y'all think she's okay?"
The photos looked like hotel rooms—definitely not our dorm.
Comment section? Exploding.
"Damn, this girl's body is fire."
"No way, that's the hot girl from the Psych department?"
"She's out here living wild, huh?"
"Yo, anyone got her rate?"
"Okay but why are we posting someone's private photos?"
"She plays the innocent type, but she's clearly a freak."
Just like last time.
Jessica had posted my private photos to make it look like I was sleeping around.
And she didn't stop there—she even edited the pictures to make them look more like selfies.
This wasn't some heat-of-the-moment revenge.
She planned this.
No matter how hard I tried to ignore the stares, the smirks, the whispering,
Jessica made damn sure the internet caught fire.
But not this time.
Some people only learn when you burn their world to the ground.
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