The next second, he told himself it couldn't be true.
He opened Joanna Harding's page, and there was nothing on it.
He was annoyed at himself, laughing at how easily he'd lost his footing.
The one who'd stepped forward just now was obviously her old deskmate. He'd nearly fallen for that clumsy little act.
But the gasps around him wouldn't stop.
"No way, it's actually real!"
"Ha, that's our Harding the Straight-A Star for you—pulls off something huge without saying a word."
Someone dropped a screenshot in the group chat, and Jerome opened it with a frown.
There it was in plain sight: an engagement party, bride Joanna Harding.
And on the groom's line, Kenneth Maddox's name stabbed at his eyes.
Jerome couldn't believe it. He picked up his phone and read it over and over.
How was that possible?
He sent Joanna a message and got back only a red exclamation mark.
Beside him, Lola stepped up and caught his arm, her eyes red as she spoke.
"Jerome, maybe Joanna just... wants to wish us well?"
But Jerome flinched like he'd been slapped, and shoved her hand away.
"Don't spread nonsense! There's nothing between us!"
Lola stared at him, shocked, her eyes full of hurt.
"You—what do you mean by that?"
"I mean exactly what I said! Didn't we agree? Once this reunion was over, I'd clear things up in front of everyone."
"Well, since all this mess has blown up, I might as well tell them now!"
Jerome said it and steadied himself.
"I've seen everything you've all been saying lately, but I want to set the record straight. Lola and I are just friends, nothing more."
"Joanna is my real girlfriend."
The whole room went silent in an instant. Lola's fingertips went white around her glass.
"Jerome!"
Before she could finish, Jerome cut her off with a scowl.
"Isn't it because you're unstable, dragging up that old promise between us again?"
"Joanna's put up with you this long. Aren't you satisfied yet?!"
She looked like she hadn't expected Jerome to turn into a different person just like that, and the tears kept spilling out.
Then, crying, Lola actually laughed.
"Fine, Jerome. You stand here saying all these noble words, and you think that makes you innocent?!"
"Who was it that admitted I was your girlfriend right in front of her parents?"
"Who stayed with me all night, who made us public?"
"And who was it that stood by while people slandered Joanna, saying she needed to be taught a lesson?!"
Lola grabbed her glass and threw the drink all over him.
"Jerome, I thought you actually still had feelings for me."
"Now I see I was blind!"
"There's no way Joanna would ever want a piece of garbage like you again!"
Jerome went pale and started to explain.
The deskmate quickly pulled up her phone to record, and gave a couple of cold laughs, needling them both.
"All right, you two go ahead and keep up your tragic little romance here."
"Looks to me like Joanna couldn't care less. She's beautifully engaged now!"
"Some people really ought to stop thinking so highly of themselves!"
With that, she stood and walked out the private room door.
The air froze for a moment.
Jerome was soaked through, his face dark and ugly.
Behind him came the sound of a glass shattering, and the room fell into chaos.
I heard that when it broke up, everyone was terribly awkward, and no one said another word in the class group chat.
After all, the gentle, refined class president had become a self-important man who'd betrayed a girl who truly cared,
and the beautiful, gracious class beauty had become a scheming woman trying to wedge into someone's relationship.
When my deskmate ranted about all this to me, I only gave a faint smile.
"I've been sick of those two royals for ages!"
"Always acting so above everyone, like it's the greatest blessing in the world just to be connected to them. Please!"
"All right, don't stay mad. You want this blessing? It's yours."
"Next month I'll treat you to the wedding candy—come catch some real luck."
She happily agreed, again and again.
After I hung up, Kenneth wrapped an arm around my waist, grinning wide.
"So our Straight-A Star knows how to sweet-talk people too?"
"Having you is the greatest blessing of my life!"
I flushed and slapped his hand down.
"Mom and Dad will be home soon. Keep your hands to yourself!"
The one who came looking first, though, was Jerome.
He stared at Kenneth's hand resting on my waist, his eyes burning with fury like they'd spit fire.
"Let go!"
Kenneth played dumb, all innocence.
"Are you talking to Joanna Harding's fiancé?"
