That Popular Guy, Yeah, I Destroyed Him - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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The house was lit up like a Christmas tree—clearly, no one had gotten any sleep.
I pushed the door open, meeting the stares in the living room as I kicked off my shoes and dropped my backpack, my face unreadable.
"Zoe. Come here."
Mom spoke first.
This time, it was just my parents in the living room—no sign of that bastard Parker.
I walked over and stood in front of them, chin up, expression blank.
"Do you even realize what you've done?"
This time, it was Dad's turn.
His voice sharpened: "Out all night, ignoring calls, ghosting texts—what the hell were you thinking?!"
"Zoe," Mom tugged at Dad's sleeve, "just tell me the truth. Were you with that boy from the photo? Did something happen?"
"Didn't Parker already fill you in?"
I lifted my head, feeling oddly calm for the first time.
"I told you last time—we're just classmates. He got hurt, so I took him to the infirmary. That's it."
"Why did you have to be the one to take him?" Dad shot back.
"Because he got hurt for me!"
I hurled my backpack onto the floor. "Because your precious golden boy Parker can't stand me—he hates me. He tried to nail me with a ball. If Luke hadn't stepped in, it would've been my face!"
The room went dead silent.
I took a breath, watching my parents' stunned faces, and smirked. "Still don't believe me?"
I crouched down, hands shaking as I dug through my bag for my phone and that photo.
"Here."
I shoved the picture of Parker forcing a kiss on me into their hands.
"Since my word means nothing—see for yourselves."
Later, back in my room, I finally checked my phone.
A text from Luke:
[Did your parents find out you were drinking? Drink some lemon water—I left a lemon in your bag.
[Next time, don't drink outside. Or I'll snitch.
[Also… don't let your family get to you. Parker? I've got your back.]
I stared at the screen and let out a sudden, humorless laugh.
Funny. He's the one stuck living with Parker, yet he's the one worrying about me.
The memory of my parents' shocked faces flashed in my mind, twisting something in my chest.
Mom had handed my phone back, her voice quiet: "Zoe… I get it now. I'm sorry. But Parker's family situation—"
"I know," I'd cut her off.
Now, lying in the dark, I traced the ceiling with my eyes until a noise from the balcony snapped me upright.
Barefoot, I padded over—and froze.
Moonlight outlined the one person I never wanted to see again.
Parker.
His house was close, but he was supposed to be at that apartment near school with Luke.
Yet there he was, perched on the tree outside my window, smirking like a damn gargoyle.
"Had fun with Luke?"
I reached for the curtains, but his voice stopped me cold:
"Zoe. Look what I've got."
He dangled something from his fingers.
My stomach dropped.
I pushed the door open, meeting the stares in the living room as I kicked off my shoes and dropped my backpack, my face unreadable.
"Zoe. Come here."
Mom spoke first.
This time, it was just my parents in the living room—no sign of that bastard Parker.
I walked over and stood in front of them, chin up, expression blank.
"Do you even realize what you've done?"
This time, it was Dad's turn.
His voice sharpened: "Out all night, ignoring calls, ghosting texts—what the hell were you thinking?!"
"Zoe," Mom tugged at Dad's sleeve, "just tell me the truth. Were you with that boy from the photo? Did something happen?"
"Didn't Parker already fill you in?"
I lifted my head, feeling oddly calm for the first time.
"I told you last time—we're just classmates. He got hurt, so I took him to the infirmary. That's it."
"Why did you have to be the one to take him?" Dad shot back.
"Because he got hurt for me!"
I hurled my backpack onto the floor. "Because your precious golden boy Parker can't stand me—he hates me. He tried to nail me with a ball. If Luke hadn't stepped in, it would've been my face!"
The room went dead silent.
I took a breath, watching my parents' stunned faces, and smirked. "Still don't believe me?"
I crouched down, hands shaking as I dug through my bag for my phone and that photo.
"Here."
I shoved the picture of Parker forcing a kiss on me into their hands.
"Since my word means nothing—see for yourselves."
Later, back in my room, I finally checked my phone.
A text from Luke:
[Did your parents find out you were drinking? Drink some lemon water—I left a lemon in your bag.
[Next time, don't drink outside. Or I'll snitch.
[Also… don't let your family get to you. Parker? I've got your back.]
I stared at the screen and let out a sudden, humorless laugh.
Funny. He's the one stuck living with Parker, yet he's the one worrying about me.
The memory of my parents' shocked faces flashed in my mind, twisting something in my chest.
Mom had handed my phone back, her voice quiet: "Zoe… I get it now. I'm sorry. But Parker's family situation—"
"I know," I'd cut her off.
Now, lying in the dark, I traced the ceiling with my eyes until a noise from the balcony snapped me upright.
Barefoot, I padded over—and froze.
Moonlight outlined the one person I never wanted to see again.
Parker.
His house was close, but he was supposed to be at that apartment near school with Luke.
Yet there he was, perched on the tree outside my window, smirking like a damn gargoyle.
"Had fun with Luke?"
I reached for the curtains, but his voice stopped me cold:
"Zoe. Look what I've got."
He dangled something from his fingers.
My stomach dropped.
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