After I started dating the school's bad boy, I realized I was actually the poor, wicked villainess in a romance novel. The girl he was supposed to love with all his heart was the wealthy, beautiful school queen bee, perfectly matched to his status. Coincidentally, the queen bee had just accused me of putting thumbtacks in her dancing shoes, crying her eyes out to my bad boy boyfriend. Feeling wronged, I bit my lip and broke up with him on the spot. His face instantly turned as black as thunder. "A simple slap across her face would solve this! Why are you breaking up with me?" He then shot a look of pure disgust at the queen bee. "Her skin is so thick... I'm really worried she'll hurt my baby's hand if she slaps her." 1 Everyone gasped in shock. The queen bee, Mia, was stunned too. The next second, she pointed at me and screamed: "Chloe, you just look innocent! You're actually incredibly manipulative!" I shook my head helplessly, tears welling in my eyes. Arthur gently lifted my chin, his voice raspy with heartache. "Don't cry. I'd give you my life." I knew it! I finally confirmed that I was living inside a melodramatic, possessive high school romance novel. The bad boy, Arthur, was domineering and aggressive; the queen bee, Mia, was wealthy, delicate, and radiant. He would constantly pin her against the wall with bloodshot eyes and kiss her fiercely. She would always bite her lip, unable to push him away. And me? I was the poor, wicked villainess, constantly hurting the female lead out of jealousy. In the end, I even stole Arthur's sports car, trying to kill all three of us in a fiery crash. But instead, my actions would force them through a life-or-death ordeal, bringing them closer together and cementing their happy ending. The plot's gravitational pull was supposed to be absolute and unchangeable. While I was zoning out, a large, warm, dry hand enveloped mine. Arthur, clearly too lazy to deal with the drama, checked his expensive watch. "It's time. Let's eat first." As expected of the school's bad boy—doing exactly what he wanted, even in the middle of a public confrontation. Mia immediately blocked Arthur's path, her expression three parts shattered and seven parts stubborn. "How can you be so blind to the truth?!" I thought to myself: Ah, yes. Beautiful romances always begin with conflict. Arthur laughed. He fixed a dark, sinister stare on Mia, looking like he wanted to bore a hole right through her. He squeezed a few words through his sexy, thin lips: "Don't worry, she's not going anywhere." Mia froze, a sudden shiver running through her body. She immediately shifted to a more pitiful tone: "My finale performance for the school's anniversary gala is ruined! Do you really not care?!" Arthur clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I wasn't the one who told you to slack off every day and practice like you were performing an exorcism. What does that have to do with me?" The crowd inhaled sharply. Arthur grabbed my hand and swaggered off, humming a tune as we walked away. 2 "Eat more. You're too skinny." When I snapped back to reality, Arthur and I were already sitting inside a high-end, exclusive private restaurant. Even though it was just the two of us, a lavish array of dishes covered the entire rosewood table. The cost of this single meal could easily cover my living expenses for a month. I stared blankly at Arthur as he carefully picked the bones out of a piece of fish for me. He had a poor appetite himself, just picking at a few vegetables and sipping some soup before declaring he was done. But he constantly urged me to eat more meat, claiming it was nutritious. I was afraid of fish bones, so he personally served me. The corners of his thin lips curved up slightly. He treated this minor task with the seriousness of a state affair. I bit my chopsticks, feeling a little greedy for this kind of warmth. Because my mother only ever favored my brother, treating me like a burdensome chore. She dumped all the housework on me, and even the slightest mistake earned me a beating or a scolding. She told me I wasn't some rich heiress and needed to face reality early on. "Those daughters of wealthy families are born to enjoy life!" She would say it with a look of intense jealousy and animation. When I was eight, simply because a bowl was too hot and I dropped it... She made me stand outside in the freezing winter night as punishment. Sometimes I even wondered if I was actually her biological daughter. Thinking of this, I smiled to myself. I guess it makes sense that I'm the wicked villainess. Arthur and I didn't start dating because he liked me, either. It was just because I was dragged to a class party once. While playing Truth or Dare, Arthur was forced to confess to me. He was the bad boy, rich and powerful. I couldn't afford to offend him, and I certainly didn't dare laugh at him, so I just silently nodded. Early the next morning, he was waiting downstairs for me to go to school together. The arrogant, dazzling rich kid wearing limited-edition sneakers. His tall, lean figure looked completely out of place in my run-down, dirty apartment complex. I was startled. Arthur's face looked terrible, and the tips of his ears carried a faint, almost imperceptible flush. "What's so surprising about coming to walk my girlfriend to school?!" I looked up, confused. "I'm the girlfriend?" His face grew even darker. "If you don't want to be, I can just legally change your name to 'Girlfriend'." My ears twitched, and I quickly shut my mouth. 3 Honestly, besides being a bit domineering about the whole "dating" thing, Arthur was actually quite distant in our daily interactions. He wouldn't casually hold my hand, and he certainly wouldn't kiss me fiercely. He never did anything that would scare my timid self. Probably because I wasn't the female lead. The only thing he was enthusiastic about was feeding me. Milk, bread, snacks, full meals. As long as it was delicious, he wanted to stuff it all into my mouth. He made me step on the scale every week. If I lost even a pound, his face would turn incredibly sour. He would grab my waist, easily lifting me to gauge my weight. He'd even mutter to himself in frustration: "How did she lose weight?!" Just then, Arthur dropped a perfectly deboned piece of fish into my bowl. Looking at the bowl piled high with meat, I thought for a moment and offered him a suggestion. "Maybe you should try volunteering at an animal shelter? Feeding stray cats?" I really couldn't eat another bite... Arthur's brain must have been wired completely differently, because he suddenly slammed his chopsticks down and demanded: "Do you have another man?!" My eyes went wide. He started listing his grievances. "Monday morning during the run, that four-eyed loser from Class 3 told you 'keep it up'. Tuesday during lunch break, the vice-president of Class 4 spoke to you for a full seven sentences. Wednesday..." I stared at him in disbelief. "Arthur, did you plant a hidden camera on me?!" He snorted coldly. "Chloe, remember this: with me, there's no such thing as a breakup, only widowhood." He pulled out his phone, scrolled for a bit, and looked at me with an arrogant, slightly raised gaze. "I'll give you exactly 937 more days of freedom." I did the math in my head. That was exactly the day he would reach the legal age of marriage. Does he still want to marry me? Thinking of the plotline, I gripped my chopsticks tightly. And tentatively tested the waters: "I don't like guys who are too fierce." Arthur smirked coldly and leaned in close. "You know I'm fierce, and you still dare say that?!" I was so scared my ears twitched, and I lowered my head, looking helpless. Arthur suddenly laughed out of pure annoyance. "You... you really think so..." He took a deep breath, stood up, and called the waiter for the check. I was a little surprised he wasn't making a big deal out of it and still wanted to take me home. "Don't you have tutoring?" Although Arthur was in my class, his family had long ago planned for him to study abroad. Once he returned, he would take over the family business. The first time I heard him mention tutoring, I was actually a bit surprised. Because he was always so cocky. "Ivy League or the top five UK universities? To me, getting into those is like passing a kindergarten entrance exam." Seeing him act a bit childish now, he might actually have to test into kindergarten. But I also knew Arthur still remembered the time I was almost harassed by some street thugs. When we arrived at my apartment building, I looked at him sincerely. "Thank you for bringing me home." Arthur's expression finally turned pleasant. His handsome, sharp eyes glanced at me sideways. "Is 'thank you' all you have to say?" The night breeze blew gently, and the distant city lights twinkled like stars. I froze for a moment, the pleasant scent of him filling my nose. Our breaths mingled, and his eyes grew darker and deeper. I pressed my lips tightly together, finally managing to struggle out the words: "Your zipper is down." 4 Before falling asleep that night, my mind kept replaying Arthur's incredibly embarrassed face before he left. And how he still tried to act tough, muttering, "Consider yourself lucky." I slept soundly. When I got to school the next day, the first thing I heard was laughter practically blowing the roof off the classroom. The first thing I saw was Arthur wearing a bright pink hoodie, sitting at his desk with a terrible expression, not saying a word. His terrible friends didn't care at all that he was the bad boy, pointing at his pink hoodie and laughing until they couldn't breathe. "Oh my god, I'm dying! Our boss Arthur tried to be trendy and asked an AI how to soften his vibe. He got scammed by a fake AI app, paid for a subscription, and actually believed the bullshit when it said 'real men wear pink'!" I froze for a second. I couldn't help but imagine Arthur going home last night, first feeling depressed about his unzipped pants. Then overthinking my comment about him being too fierce. Scratching his head, tossing and turning, and finally deciding to ask an AI for help. Messing around until he unknowingly subscribed to a bootleg AI. Staring at the answer, "real men wear pink," having an intense internal struggle. And finally, resigning himself to becoming a pink, pastel bad boy. "Pfft." I accidentally laughed out loud. Arthur, who had been completely ignoring all the mocking around him, instantly locked onto me. He dragged me into an empty hallway, shoved his hands in his pockets, and asked with a tight throat: "Did you just laugh?" I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. "I did not." Arthur narrowed his eyes. "I saw you." I feigned innocence. "I have professional training. I absolutely will not laugh under normal circumstances, unless..." Arthur's face was as black as ink. Terrified he was going to hit me, I instinctively stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. Before he could react, I fled back to the classroom. What I didn't know was that after I left, Arthur touched the spot I kissed in a daze. Then he pulled out his phone, deciding he had to get some value out of the $500 he spent on that bootleg AI. He asked the AI: [What does it mean when my girlfriend, who usually keeps her distance, kisses my cheek?] The AI buffered for three minutes before giving an answer: [100% a provocation.] Right then, Arthur's friends, noticing he hadn't returned, came looking for him. Arthur gripped his phone and told them, "Chloe actually provoked me. I have to teach her a lesson." 5 After school, I was cornered by Arthur in a deserted alleyway outside the school. He undid the top button of his shirt, stuck one hand in his pocket, and acted like a total delinquent. "Your action this morning—kissing me—explain yourself." Seeing him trying so hard to act aloof while his face was completely red... Considering his domineering, aggressive persona, he was probably blushing from sheer anger. I didn't dare make a sound, looking surprisingly confident despite the situation. Arthur's face turned even redder. Just then, Mia appeared nearby and called out in surprise, "Arthur!" She complained playfully, asking why he didn't take the same car home with her. "We live in the same gated community, there's no need to treat me like a stranger." Only after she finished speaking did she catch me in her peripheral vision. Her smile instantly faded. "Oh, I heard them say you were going to teach Chloe a lesson? Then I understand." Arthur hadn't expected anyone else to show up, so he could only give me a stiff warning. "Chloe, don't you ever do that to me again!" After saying that, he frowned, looking annoyed with himself for some reason, and licked his lips awkwardly. "Of course, if you insist on doing it, I can't really stop you." "But I'm the only one you're allowed to do it to." "Otherwise... otherwise I'll do it to you too!" Mia seemed to understand, gritting her teeth and cursing me: "You're scheming to seduce Arthur again, aren't you?!" Arthur's eyes lit up. "Seduce?!" He looked at me, his eyes narrowed. "Is it like she said?" Mia, not expecting Arthur to agree with her so readily, let a sweet smile curl onto her lips. I instinctively wanted to shake my head. Arthur cut me off darkly. "Provocation or seduction. Pick one." "...I pick provocation." Something shattered in Arthur's eyes. I decided to use this opportunity to break up with him. "Why don't we just..." The rest of the sentence hung heavily in the air. Arthur let out an angry laugh. "You just want to break up with me, don't you?! "Fine, I agree!" I didn't expect it to end so easily. Mia quickly grabbed Arthur's arm. "Then let's go home together." Unexpectedly, Arthur firmly swatted her hand away. He frowned. "Who said I was going with you?!" He called out to me as I was hunching over, trying to sneak away from the scene. "Chloe." My neck stiffened, and I let out a confused "Hmm?" He grabbed me by the strap of my backpack and hauled me in front of him like a little turtle. "I fulfilled your wish to break up. Courtesy demands reciprocity. Shouldn't you fulfill one of my wishes?" I accepted my fate. "Name it." Shockingly, Arthur said, "Get back together." I stared at him in disbelief. "How can you be so shameless?" Arthur chuckled softly. "Being shameless isn't illegal, so what if I am? "Maybe it's because my brain got fried when you kissed me. "Anyway, the breakup was your call, getting back together has to be mine. Otherwise, I'm going to make a scene!" Could you be any more childish? Seriously?
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