"You're not my type" REVEALED!
RYAN
“This is the last time I’ll be helping you man,” Jack grumbled, fingers flying over his keyboard as his eyes darted across the screen. His voice held an edge of frustration, but I didn’t care.
“Just do it, Jack,” I snapped, rubbing my temples, barely holding down the frustration clawing up my throat.
The downsides of popularity had never hit me harder than they were now. Somehow, someone had managed to stalk me, film me, and turn a single moment into a viral clip—a moment where I’d said words I never meant and the internet had latched onto it like a pack of wolves
In the video, I was outside the restaurant, staring down at Violet saying, “You’re not my type.” That one sentence, cold and detached, captured out of context and twisted, had been edited for maximum impact. In the clip, Violet looked stunned, and the internet wasted no time pouncing on it. The comments had been flooding in since.
This video going viral wasn’t just an inconvenience—it was a disaster. It had already spread like wildfire, and the backlash was hitting hard. I’d seen the comments, the way everyone took those words I’d thrown at Violet and twisted them like knives.
Jack glanced up, brows raised. “This isn’t as easy as you think. Whoever posted it knew what they were doing.” He leaned back, hands off the keyboard for a second. “It’s everywhere now, Ryan. The anonymous blog, social media, school forums—it’s like they wanted to make sure it couldn’t be taken down.”
I clenched my jaw. I was tense that day. I never meant those words and it's come back to haunt me now.
“So what, Jack? You’re saying you can’t get it down?” My voice came out harsher than I intended. “You're a fucking tech wizard”
He rolled his eyes. “Calm down, man. I’m saying it’ll take time.” His fingers resumed their relentless dance on the keys. “And a miracle, probably.”
I leaned back, frustration surging through me. Time was the last thing we had. People had already jumped to conclusions, and Violet…
“Why’d you even say it?” Jack asked, giving me a sidelong glance as he worked. “I mean, come on, you know that stuff doesn’t fly.”
I glared at him, more at myself than anything. “It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. It was just... I don’t know, a reaction.”
gritted my teeth. “I didn’t mean it. It was a… a stupid reaction. A stupid moment.”
“Well, congratulations,” Jack gave a half laugh, returning his focus to the screen. “You’ve officially made things ten times harder for yourself.”
“I’ll fix it,” I muttered, more to myself than him. But the words felt empty
With a final keystroke, Jack exhaled, leaning back and cracking his neck. “That’s the best I can do. Most of the big sites should take it down in the next few hours. The rest... I can’t guarantee.”
I gritted my teeth, knowing I couldn’t rely on just that. I had to figure out how to set things straight with Violet.
I made my way out of the basement.
"Where are you off to? Jack asked
"To make things right “ I muttered as I stepped out,the cold morning air enveloping me in a chill.
I rubbed my temples as I paced the halls of Golden Elite in frustration. Every face I passed seemed to whisper,their eyes darting away when I looked at them but that was the least of my concern. Where the hell was Violet?
I needed to talk to her, to explain, to fix whatever this was before it spiraled completely out of control.
I searched the cafeteria, the gym, even the art room where I sometimes escaped to paint. She was nowhere.
Frustration churned inside me as I strode down the last hallway, the knot in my chest tightening with each empty corner. Finally, I made my way to the library, my last hope. I scanned the rows of shelves, half-expecting her to be curled up somewhere, lost in a novel. But she wasn’t there either.
I leaned against a nearby shelf, every moment amplifying the worry pulsing through me.
Where could she be?
Just as I stepped out of the library, I spotted Ashley leaning against the wall, her gaze focused on her phone, brow furrowed. Relief washed over me as I strode toward her.
“Ashley!” I called. “Where’s Violet?”
She looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. “Ryan! I’ve been looking for you.” She sighed, her shoulders dropping. “She’s been avoiding everyone, even me. Maybe you’ll have better luck reaching her. She’s in the school garden.”
“Thanks,” I said, already turning on my heel before she could respond.
“I headed towards the school garden,each step I took heavy with urgency. When I finally reached,I slowed,my gaze sweeping the rows of trees and winding paths until I spotted her.
She was there, standing under the sprawling shade of an oak tree. She looked even more fragile in the pale morning light. Just seeing her eased the tension in my chest,like I could finally breathe again.
Just As I inched closer,I noticed a figure beside her. Luke. I watched as he reached out, brushing a stray hair from her face. She blinked up at him,her expression softening. Luke's hand moved, slipping down from her shoulder and before I could comprehend,he pulled her into a hug. My chest tightened and I felt something twist, something hot and a strange, unfamiliar ache shot through me, something dark and possessive.
I hadn’t realized until that moment just how much I hated the idea of anyone else holding her like that.
The scene before me felt like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I clenched my fists,nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stand still. Each seconds amplified a sense of anger I couldn't control
Part of me wanted to march over,to pull her away from him,to tell Luke to back off but another part,the rational part, knew I had no right.
Without another glance, I forced myself to turn away.
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