Shoutout to Kodrion and Brock, two absolute beasts backing the chaos. Respect, legends.
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School looked the same. The halls, lockers, tired teachers. But the looks he got doubled. Everyone stared. The cheerleader chatter traveled faster than Flash's punches, and considering what I did to Cassie behind the tennis courts yesterday, it made sense. Girl probably tweeted her orgasm.
And with the perks turned on, I didn't just fuck her. I rewrote her firmware.
The second I walked past the front gate, three juniors stopped talking. One girl whispered something. Another elbowed her. All their eyes locked on me like I was carrying dick energy in my backpack.
I hit the hallway like I was the Prom King. Hoodie half-zipped, black tee snug, jeans that finally stopped trying to impersonate a parachute. Even my sneakers looked more confident.
[System]: Mmm~ strut engaged. Rizz aura at max. Midtown just got moist.
Harry waved at me from the science wing. I nodded back. Not stopping. I moved past the lockers like a VIP walking through a club where everyone pretended not to be impressed.
Cassie was near the water fountain, leaning against the wall like her legs still remembered the rhythm. Hair in a ponytail, skirt pressed, eyes smug. She watched me. Eyes dropped to my waist. Then back up. That small smirk said everything.
I walked by. Gave her a wink.
Her cheeks turned slightly pink.
[System]: Ohhh~ she blushed. After that screamfest? That blush means she is reliving it, sugar. Every. Damn. Thrust.
First period was English. Teacher called on me twice. Even she looked longer than before. Must have heard the rumors. I answered as usual.
Quotes from Macbeth, analysis on ambition. Basic stuff. She nodded like she expected me to stumble, but when I didn't, she almost looked disappointed.
Cassie was not in this class, but MJ and Felicia were. Both had different reasons for looking like they were about to commit war crimes with their eyes. MJ sat near the window, chin in her hand like she was watching clouds but those green eyes flicked toward me the second I stepped in.
She had her hair loose. Lazy braid starting behind one ear. She stared straight ahead when class started, but every time the teacher turned, she glanced.
Felicia sat closer. One leg crossed, lips smirking, tapping her pen like it was a countdown timer. She didn't bother hiding it. Her eyes dragged across me like she was deciding if I was edible. Pen tapping got louder. Rhythm matched the slide of her gaze.
[System]: Ohhh~ MJ's stuck between guilt and nostalgia. But Felicia? Baby, she is plotting. That pen tap is Morse code for 'I want a taste.'
Bell rang. Chairs scraped. Students shuffled. MJ moved slow. Stayed seated. Felicia stood fast. Gathered her stuff like she was escaping nothing.
I got up to leave. The second the bell rang, I moved quickly to dodge any post-class cornering. No way I was getting pinned by MJ's passive-aggressive sighs or Felicia's loaded smirks.
When I hit the cafeteria, I veered toward my usual. Corner spot. Vending machine buzzing loud. Table was usually always empty. Not a soul dumb enough to sit there unless they liked weird vibrations and the smell of expired nachos.
Except today, it was full.
Harry and his group were posted there like they loved the vibe. Loud guy with the snapback. That one tall dude who never stopped eating. Even the quiet girl who usually carried too many bracelets. All of them clustered around the table like they had always belonged.
I stopped, tray in hand, staring like they had taken my parking spot.
Harry caught my eye, grinned, and waved.
[System]: Mmm~ full table infiltration. Midtown status climbing. They didn't steal your spot, sugar. They brought the party to you. Consider it a tribute.
I frowned. Still walked over.
Nobody said anything at first. Harry shifted slightly, made room like it was casual, like I belonged.
I dropped the tray. Sat down.
Snapback guy looked up mid-bite. "Yo, Parker. You sitting here now?"
Harry answered before I could. "This is his table."
I deadpanned Harry. "What, am I a cool guy now? I didn't know making Flash eat dust elevated status. If I knew, I would punch him every other Monday."
Harry smirked but didn't deny it.
Snapback guy paused mid-chew. "You decked Flash. That was something."
Tall guy spoke with a mouthful. "He flew. Not like 'tripped over his own ego,' like actual airtime."
Bracelet girl snorted, I think her name was Zoey. "Yeah, but let's talk about Cassie."
Harry raised a brow, glancing at her. "We are all aware."
I leaned forward, elbow on the table. "So that is the rule? Fight club entrance exam? Or just Cassie vouching for my table privileges?"
Harry gave a half-nod like he was clarifying something for me. "They don't know what happened. They just know something did."
I picked up a fry, threw it into my mouth. "You guys always pull up to other tables?"
Harry smirked. "You skipped ours yesterday. Consider this a check-in."
"Territorial thing?"
Snapback chimed in. "Nah. Curiosity thing."
Is this another thing I missed in high school?
'System, what the hell is their game?'
[System]: Mmm~ sugar, welcome to the invisible clout economy. You walked in with the one-two combo of threat and sex appeal. Flashing dominance in a hallway fight? Boom. Street cred. Tag-teaming Cassie's uterus? Double boom. Now they don't care if you were nerd, loser, or silent before. You are hot. You are dangerous. And people are herd animals with better haircuts.
'So just like that?'
[System]: Baby, this is American high school. You don't need to be rich or famous. You just need to matter. Scandal makes you matter. Throw in confidence, rumors, and one public humiliation? That is enough for a whole-ass personality reboot.
'So I am the event now?'
[System]: You are the scandal. The hallway main quest. These kids are vultures circling around the freshest drama drop. Let them stare. Use them.
Snapback dude was still eyeing me, "You and Cassie are a thing now?"
I groaned.
Zoey chuckled. "That is a yes."
Harry raised both brows. "That a full sit or a flirt sit?"
"She rode Peter like a rental," the girl laughed as if it was the funnies thing.
Snapback choked on his drink.
Tall guy stared at his burger like it just lost relevance.
Harry just laughed. "That explains the walk."
I tilted my head. "What walk?"
The girl chuckled, "Well, she could not. Her legs were wobbling like jello on a washing machine. That said a lot."
I looked at her, not amused.
"So is this your deal? You camp at tables and talk about who fucked who and how hard? Then what? Go home and masturbate over the details or explode during conversation?"
She blinked. The others shifted.
"Either way, that is gross," I added, biting into my burger. "Cassie is a cheerleader, not a fucking podcast episode."
Harry gave me a quick glance, like he was measuring how far I was gonna go.
Snapback dude sat straighter. "We were not trying to be dicks. It is just... rare, man. Cassie does not do guys like that. Not unless they have a car and a trust fund."
"Cool," I said, mouth full. "I got a MetroCard and a black hoodie. That enough?"
Tall guy muttered, "Honestly, no."
The girl nodded, "Cassie is a premium bitch."
I deadpanned, "Be respectful or lost. Either way, don't talk shit about girls I hang out with to my face. No matter their reputation, we shared something."
She blinked, like I had thrown her off script. I kept eating. That was the difference. Not charm. Not money. Not clout.
Just the refusal to play small.
They kept staring. Not because I was cool. I was not. Not back then and not now. I was not rich either. I was not one of those American high school types with varsity jackets or party invites. I was the background noise. The "hey, what is his name" kid. I sat alone. Ate fast. Read faster. No one asked questions because no one remembered I was there.
Now?
Now I had Cassie's legs folded around my waist, Flash's jaw bruised under my fist, and a table full of kids treating me like a trending topic. It was not because I became someone new. It was because I stopped apologizing for breathing.
[System]: Mmm~ say it louder, sugar. You didn't get cool. You got dangerous. And danger tastes better than popularity any day of the week.
Harry sat straighter. "Okay, she is your girl now. No insults. Cassie has always been... selective with who she hangs out with. Even among our group. So when we heard the rumors, we just wanted to check them out."
I shrugged. "I don't kiss and tell. I fuck, and body talks for itself. I cannot help with it."
Snapback guy blinked. "Damn."
Zoey's mouth opened like she wanted to comment, but her lips twitched instead. Probably the realization that I was not gonna stutter or ask permission to own the moment.
Harry chuckled low. "Fair enough."
I bit another fry.
[System]: Mmm~ that was dirty and clean at the same time. Chef's kiss, sugar. +2 XP. Midtown rizz dominance continues.
Zoey was staring now, biting her lip. If she had a dick, it would be saluting by now. But girls got the benefit of hiding their horny better. Kinda. Her thighs shifted under the table. That gave her away. Not that I cared.
I hooked up with Cassie for this exact reason. Not love. Not loyalty. Word had to get out. Reputation was free marketing, and sex with Cassie was a damn press release.
More girls meant more EXP. More perks. More passive bonuses. More reasons to make the System purr like it was charging off my libido.
But that didn't mean every girl was some sacred wife material just because I made them cum.
[System]: That is the spirit~ Stack the body count, collect the perks. Just remember, quantity feeds the System, but quality triggers evolution.
Some of them were still sluts.
Before me, after me, during. I was not here to fix them. I was here to use them like they were using me. And the ones who earned more? They got more. The others? Just footnotes on the way to unlocking god-tier dick privileges.
Zoey kept staring like she wanted me to say her name mid-thrust and leave her limping into seventh period.
[System]: Mmm~ she is dripping curiosity, sugar. Probably wondering what Cassie saw in that hoodie bulge. Shall I prepare a condomless conquest bonus?
'You prep that and I will start handing out rides like it is UberXL with no brakes.'
PS. Check Images chapter to see Zoey's images.
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