That Popular Guy, Yeah, I Destroyed Him - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Parker's eyes widened with sudden understanding.
He ripped the love letter to shreds, then yanked me closer.
I squirmed in his grip. "I didn't snitch on you."
He arched a brow. "That's the least of our problems now."
Snatching the scissors off the desk, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and snipped off a chunk.
"Zoe, I'd rather take a stray mutt to prom than you."
Parker used that lock of my hair to smooth things over with the school's golden girl.
But no amount of groveling could stop his dad from shipping him off to another school.
The day Parker left, the queen bee sobbed for hours.
I figured they were endgame.
Turns out, it didn't take long before she started getting pics of Parker cozying up to other girls.
As for my missing hair—and the jagged gap in my sideburns—nobody gave it a second thought.
The golden girl's grades tanked hard after that.
She came crawling to me, begging, "Just get me one more chance to see him. Please."
I never imagined that on the day I went to see Parker, I'd find him wasted at some bar.
He spotted me the second I walked in—his grip was iron-tight as he dragged me back.
"Zoe," he slurred, his grin twisting into something unsettling, "Isn't this exactly what you wanted to see?"
The next day, the school's golden girl got an eyeful—photos of Parker pinning me against the private room door, forcing a kiss I never asked for.
Just like that, she cut me off completely.
And of course, the rumor mill spun wild. Overnight, I became public enemy number one.
"So that's why she ratted them out—she was obsessed with Parker!"
"Pathetic. She was supposed to help fix things, not sabotage them. How desperate can you get?"
I was officially the school pariah.
The irony? Nobody seemed to remember it was Parker's fault—his recklessness, his cruelty. But hey, why blame the guy when you can blame the girl, right?
On my last day, Parker showed up just to rub salt in the wound.
"Couldn't handle it anymore?" He smirked, dripping with mockery. "Zoe, you brought this on yourself."
I didn't even flinch. Just nodded, hollow.
"Yeah," I said. "You too."
He ripped the love letter to shreds, then yanked me closer.
I squirmed in his grip. "I didn't snitch on you."
He arched a brow. "That's the least of our problems now."
Snatching the scissors off the desk, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and snipped off a chunk.
"Zoe, I'd rather take a stray mutt to prom than you."
Parker used that lock of my hair to smooth things over with the school's golden girl.
But no amount of groveling could stop his dad from shipping him off to another school.
The day Parker left, the queen bee sobbed for hours.
I figured they were endgame.
Turns out, it didn't take long before she started getting pics of Parker cozying up to other girls.
As for my missing hair—and the jagged gap in my sideburns—nobody gave it a second thought.
The golden girl's grades tanked hard after that.
She came crawling to me, begging, "Just get me one more chance to see him. Please."
I never imagined that on the day I went to see Parker, I'd find him wasted at some bar.
He spotted me the second I walked in—his grip was iron-tight as he dragged me back.
"Zoe," he slurred, his grin twisting into something unsettling, "Isn't this exactly what you wanted to see?"
The next day, the school's golden girl got an eyeful—photos of Parker pinning me against the private room door, forcing a kiss I never asked for.
Just like that, she cut me off completely.
And of course, the rumor mill spun wild. Overnight, I became public enemy number one.
"So that's why she ratted them out—she was obsessed with Parker!"
"Pathetic. She was supposed to help fix things, not sabotage them. How desperate can you get?"
I was officially the school pariah.
The irony? Nobody seemed to remember it was Parker's fault—his recklessness, his cruelty. But hey, why blame the guy when you can blame the girl, right?
On my last day, Parker showed up just to rub salt in the wound.
"Couldn't handle it anymore?" He smirked, dripping with mockery. "Zoe, you brought this on yourself."
I didn't even flinch. Just nodded, hollow.
"Yeah," I said. "You too."
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