My childhood best friend thought I was too "good." So he fell for the scholarship girl who acted even more innocent than me. To spite him, I tried to go bad. I got mixed up with thugs, ran out of options, and begged him to save me. He ignored me. He covered the scholarship girl’s eyes with his hand and whispered gently, "Don't look. It'll scare you." I was left in that dark alley, tortured until I died. When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day he rejected me. 01 While cutting the cake, my friends egged me on to confess. I gathered my courage and said, "Liam, my birthday wish is you." Liam's hand, holding a cigarette, trembled slightly. He smirked. A bad boy grin. "Sorry," he drawled. "You're too good for me." "Not my type." In my last life, that sentence drove me crazy. Remembering how I died, a chill ran down my spine. I wanted to grab the knife and stab him right there. "Summer, are you okay?" "Liam, seriously? Can't you say something nice on her birthday?" Liam kept that nonchalant, slacker attitude. He blew a smoke ring. "Can't lie, babe. Not my style." His lazy voice was usually charming. Now, it just made me sick. In front of everyone, I dropped the smile and made a new wish. "Liam, I wish that in this life and the next, we never cross paths again." I blew out the candles. They tried to stop me, but I was too fast. Liam's smile froze on his face. "Summer, are you serious?" "I'll give you another chance. Make a new wish, and I'll pretend I didn't hear that." No need. I ignored him. I picked up the knife to cut the cake. Liam lunged at me, grabbing the blade with his right hand. "Summer, I'm talking to you." The blade cut his finger. Blood dripped onto the icing. Someone screamed: "Blood! Liam, you're bleeding!" I knew what was happening. He was having an episode. Liam had severe mental health issues. In my last life, I was the only one who could calm him down. Oh. To be precise. Before the scholarship girl showed up, I was the only one. Because of that, I always thought I was special to him. Until I heard him comforting her with that same lazy tone. "She's different from you." "She's just a placebo. You're my only cure." "Without you, I'd die." I let go of the knife handle. "If you like it that much, keep it." I turned to leave, but Liam threw the knife aside and grabbed me. His bloody fingers stained my white shirt. "Summer, who are you throwing a tantrum for?" Blood terrified me. I couldn't help it. Memories of my past life flooded back—dizziness, nausea. I couldn't take it. I fainted. When I woke up, Liam was by my bed. "Awake?" "You made me mad, yet I had to carry you back. Summer, how are you gonna make it up to me?" Liam was a player. He loved saying ambiguous things like that. Giving me hope I shouldn't have. But I wasn't the old me. I knew the truth. When facing the person he truly loved, Liam couldn't say a single smooth line. Even his confession had been shaky. I sighed. "I'm tired." "Liam, let's not see each other anymore." 02 The next day, I went to school alone. Liam didn't wait for me. I knew it was my punishment. He was waiting for me to apologize. But I ignored him all day. In the afternoon, I was napping in homeroom when someone shook me awake. "Summer! Wake up! Liam's fighting at the basketball court!" I was groggy. My deskmate dragged me to the court. "Hurry up! Liam's gone crazy. Only you can stop him." No. She was wrong. I didn't need to go. His female lead had already appeared. I guessed right. When we arrived, Liam had stopped fighting. He was sitting on the sidelines, sweating bullets. Sitting next to him was a girl. Low ponytail, quiet face. She held his hand, her voice choked with tears. "Liam, you're hurt." Liam hated physical contact with strangers. He started to pull his hand away. But then his eyes met mine. He paused, gaze darkening, and let Maya hold his hand. The senior he beat up was limping away, supported by friends. "Wait," Liam called out. He pointed at Maya. "Apologize." The senior's face was a mess of bruises. A friend tried to intervene. "Liam, let him go to the hospital first." Liam refused. His voice was heavy. "I said, apologize to her." Maya grabbed Liam's hand and shook her head. "It's okay, Liam. I'm fine." The senior, beaten to a pulp, had to bow and apologize. Someone asked why he got beat up. My deskmate whispered, "He called her a charity case. Liam heard it." "Deserved it! Watch your mouth!" "Liam is so hot! Hero saving the beauty!" "Is this a teen drama or what?" Only I knew the truth wasn't like that. In my last life, Liam bullied that senior until he transferred schools. Before he left, he found me. He told me to be careful of Maya. He wouldn't say more. Probably scared of Liam. The senior needed a hospital. The ambulance would take too long. I ran over. "Take my car." The senior froze. "Thanks, but no need." Liam rushed over and grabbed my arm. "Summer, are you trying to piss me off?" I looked at Maya behind him, eyes red and teary. "Mind your own business." "If you leave now, don't come looking for me later." I didn't look back. I helped the senior and his friends leave. Bang! Liam punched the basketball hoop post. Tsk. Doesn't that hurt? 03 Liam and I barely interacted lately. I heard he stopped fighting for Maya. He even turned over a new leaf and started studying. When his boys called him to the arcade, Maya would whisper, "You haven't memorized your vocab words." Liam would sigh loudly and sit back down. "Mom's strict. Can't go." Stories like this circulated daily. Whenever I walked by, people would stop whispering and look busy. "She's so pitiful." "Yeah, chased Liam for so long, only to get beaten by the scholarship girl." Pitiful? I didn't think so. My visa was approved. Once I passed the TOEFL, I was going abroad. To study Journalism, my dream major. My beautiful new life was starting. One day after school, Liam's mom stopped me. "Summer, Liam forgot his meds again. Can you bring them to him?" I wanted to refuse. But seeing the bruises on his mom's wrist, I sighed. "Okay." I texted Liam: "Where are you?" He replied a long time later with a location. A pool hall. In my last life, I spent way too much time there. I went downstairs. The smell of smoke made me nauseous. I spotted Liam immediately. He was at the center table, gambling. A thick stack of cash sat on the rail. I walked over and tossed the pill bottle at him. "Your mom sent these." Seeing me, Liam frowned. "Who asked you to come?" I ignored him. Dropped the meds and turned to leave. Someone blocked my path. "Liam, your girl?" Liam smirked, taking a cigarette from a friend and tucking it behind his ear. "Think that's possible?" Just then, Maya walked in with her backpack. She started coughing immediately. Liam stood up, blocking the smoke from her. "Put them out." The guy blocking me grinned, showing yellow teeth. "Looks like the real sister-in-law is here." Maya blushed crimson. "Liam, don't talk nonsense. The teacher said we can't..." "I know." Liam tapped her nose. "Be good. Call me 'Oppa' and I'll let you go." Maya squeaked and pointed at the cigarette behind his ear. "Liam, you promised to quit." I felt Liam's gaze on me. I remembered asking him to quit once. I've had asthma since I was a kid. I can't handle smoke. Back then, he didn't even pretend to care. He blew smoke in my face and said, "Can't do it." I smirked coldly. Tried to walk around the crowd. Blocked again. "Don't leave, little sister." "Liam, hurry up. Two on two. My girlfriend is here, who's gonna play on your side?" 04 I walked away. Maya grabbed my sleeve. "I... I don't know how to play pool." I frowned. "And?" "I..." I glared at her, and Maya's eyes reddened. Liam rushed over, shielding her, demanding, "Can't you speak nicely?" "Psycho." I tried to leave. He blocked me. Fed up, I goaded him. "What, Liam? Playing hard to get? Want me to be your girlfriend?" "In. Your. Dreams." "Then get out of my way." I left. No one stopped me this time. I heard Maya panicking behind me. "What do I do, Liam? I can't play." Liam comforted her patiently. "Dummy, I'm here. We won't lose." I didn't care about their game. But at dinner, my mom kept sighing. "Saw poor Linda again today. Bruises everywhere. Old Xu is too much..." "By the way, Summer, haven't seen Liam for dinner lately. Did you guys fight?" "No." "Good. Invite him over..." I looked up, interrupting her. "We're not friends anymore." "Huh? Why?" I took a bite of fish. "No reason. Just hate blind people." My mom asked cautiously, "Did Liam get a girlfriend?" I put a piece of fish in her bowl. "Yeah. It's like a Wattpad novel. Super sweet." They were acting out a romance, but they insisted on dragging me in as the extra. Early morning at school, I heard Maya crying. "What do I do, Liam? It was in my bag this morning, now it's gone!" My deskmate whispered, "The class funds Maya was holding disappeared. Everyone's looking for it." I said casually, "Check the cameras." Maya snapped. She walked right up to me. "Summer, my family is poor, but I'm not poor enough to steal class funds." I didn't say she stole it. Why so defensive? Liam walked over, commanding coldly. "Apologize to her." I put my bag on my desk and sat down. He threw my bag on the floor. Then he flipped my desk. Liam was having an episode. "Apologize. Did you hear me?" The class went silent. No one dared to interfere. I bent down to pick up my desk. Liam grabbed my neck. His eyes were red. "A-pol-o-gize." I couldn't breathe. Tears welled up. A red mark formed on my neck. Maya tried to stop him. "Liam! Liam!" He listened to no one. Staring at me with red eyes. He didn't know who I was anymore. Finally, teachers rushed in and pulled us apart. Maya hugged the raging Liam. "It's okay, it's okay, Liam. I don't care about others, as long as you believe me." He buried his face in her neck, but his eyes were locked on me. The teachers took me to the nurse. His gaze was dark. Watching me leave.
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