I was handing out flyers when I spotted my girlfriend, Sophie, making out with the campus heartthrob, Henry, in a flashy sports car. Her clothes were disheveled, and the scene was anything but innocent. I knocked on the car window. Henry glanced at Sophie and asked, “Who’s that?” Sophie, lying in his arms, smirked and said, “Just some pathetic loser. If you want, I’ll break up with him right now.” She kissed him again, got out of the car without even sparing me a glance, and walked away. Henry licked his lips—where Sophie had just kissed him—and sneered at me. “Leave, dude. A beauty like her only belongs to guys who can handle her.” I stayed calm and asked, “I don’t care about the girlfriend. But tell me—why are you sitting in my car?” The smug look on his face vanished. He stared at me, confused. “What do you mean, your car?” I opened the glove compartment and pulled out the registration. “See this? My name’s on it. So, what are you doing in my car? You planning to steal it? Should I call the cops?” Henry’s face turned bright red. He scrambled out of the car and stammered, “Don’t call the police! My dad owns a repair shop. I saw this car parked at the shop and thought it looked cool, so I borrowed it for a drive. Please, don’t report me!” I raised my voice. “Borrowed? This is stealing! Since when does a repair shop let people take customers’ cars for joyrides?” Hanging his head, he muttered, “I’m sorry, man.” I sighed, trying to stay composed. “Let’s check the car for damage first.” He stayed silent while I inspected it. Sure enough, the hood had a noticeable dent. I glared at him. “What happened here?” He panicked and quickly blurted, “It wasn’t me! Your girlfriend sat on the hood to take selfies. She even posted them all over her social media—there’s your proof!” I pulled out my phone to check, but her posts were nowhere to be found. Henry handed me his phone. “She blocked you. Look at my feed.” Sure enough, there it was—photos of Sophie posing provocatively on the hood of my car, captioned with suggestive emojis. I smirked. “Well, these photos will make great evidence. You two better get ready for a court summons.” Henry’s face turned pale. “How much will this cost me?” I shrugged. “Probably around $15,000.” His jaw dropped. “But it was her who caused the damage! Why do I have to pay?” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t know how the law works, huh? You were both involved, so you’re both responsible. Looks like your dad’s repair shop won’t be making a profit this year.” The so-called campus heartthrob—a grown man—burst into tears. “That stupid girl! I told her this car had a carbon fiber hood! High-end cars like this need to warm up before you can sit on them. But no, she jumped on it right away to take her stupid selfies! My parents work so hard, and now I’m screwed because of her!” I climbed into my car and called an appraiser to assess the damage. I didn’t have the patience to keep listening to him cry. As I was about to roll up the window, he wailed, “Why are you the rich one? Sophie said you were just some poor loser handing out flyers for a living!” I glanced at him. “I wasn’t handing out flyers for someone else. Those businesses on Main Street? They’re mine. I was promoting my own stores.” He was speechless. I shut the window, cutting him off mid-sob. Right then, Sophie texted me: “So you saw everything. Let’s break up. Don’t blame me—it’s not my fault your parents couldn’t give you a better life. I’d rather cry in a Lamborghini than laugh on your bicycle!” I paused to think. Since I own both the Lamborghini and the bicycle, should she be crying or laughing? I decided to reply with: “See you in court.” But when I tried to send the message, I realized she had already blocked me. Seriously? She blocked me? The audacity! She owes me $10,000 for the repairs! Furious, I stormed into her dorm building. I didn’t care that it was the women’s dorm—I was getting my money. It was mid-morning, so most of the students were in class. The dorm was quiet as I made my way to her room. Just as I raised my hand to knock, I heard voices from inside. “Did you really do what I told you to?” a girl asked. Sophie replied, “Yeah. I told him I was on birth control.” The other girl sounded excited. “Good! I tracked your ovulation, so this is the perfect time. If you get pregnant, you’ll secure a future with him. Once you’re pregnant, he won’t have a choice—you’ll be in the family for good!” Sophie hesitated. “But what if he forces me to get an abortion?” The other girl scoffed. “Don’t worry. Once you’re pregnant, we’ll make sure he takes responsibility. You already dumped your boyfriend for him—he wouldn’t dare refuse!” I stood frozen outside the door, stunned. Sophie wasn’t just cheating. She was planning to trap Henry with a baby to marry into a wealthy family. Would she still feel so confident about her plan when she found out the car he drove was mine? I knocked on the door. When Sophie opened it and saw me, her face twisted in annoyance. “We already broke up. Why are you here? Listen, being poor is one thing, but being poor and shamelessly clingy is just disgusting.” She clearly thought I was here to beg for her back. Her two roommates—one of whom I recognized as her best friend, Jenna, who had been egging her on—stood behind her, glaring at me. Before I could respond, Jenna snapped, “Stop standing in the way of Sophie’s happiness. Let her live her best life!” I stared at them, dumbfounded. Since when was cheating in someone else’s car considered “pursuing happiness”? Back when Sophie and I first started dating, she always made snide comments. She’d say things like, “If a guy truly loves a girl, you can tell by how much he spends on her.” It didn’t help that her best friend Jenna constantly egged her on. Because of Jenna’s influence, I had spent a lot on Sophie—gifts, dinners, you name it. But today, I wasn’t here to win her back. I was here to take back what was mine. I said calmly, “Fine, we can break up. But that phone you’re using? I bought it. You should return it to me.” I didn’t mention the Lamborghini. Knowing Sophie, she’d find a way to cling to me if she knew the car was mine. For now, my priority was to get my things back. Sophie frowned, her tone icy. “Wow, you’re really that petty? Can’t you think about my feelings for once?” I stared at her, speechless. It wasn’t about being petty. She had betrayed me—why would I care about her feelings? Jenna, standing nearby, suddenly laughed and covered her mouth. “Sophie, don’t you see his game? He doesn’t really care about the phone. He’s just making up excuses so you’ll feel bad and stay with him.” Sophie smirked. “Oh, I get it now. You think I can’t break up because I won’t give you back the phone, right? Well, let me remind you—I’m with someone rich now. Giving back a phone is nothing to me!” She lifted her chin proudly. Jenna chimed in, “Girl, don’t let this loser intimidate you. I looked up the price of the campus heartthrob’s Lamborghini—it’s worth millions. Buying you a new phone would be pocket change for him!” Sophie chuckled. “Fine, I’ll give you your phone back. But let me make one last call. I’ll show you why I’m leaving you—for someone way out of your league.” I figured she was talking about Henry. Funny—when I dropped my car off at his dad’s repair shop, his dad had complained about struggling to afford rent. Sophie dialed his number, and Jenna urged her, “Put it on speaker! Let him hear the difference between a real man and a broke one.” Sophie nodded, clearly eager to show off. She turned on the speakerphone. The moment the call connected, Sophie’s voice turned soft and sweet. “Babe, my ex is here trying to make me give back the phone he bought me. Without it, how will I contact you?” But instead of sympathy, Henry’s voice roared through the speaker: “You crazy b**! Don’t you dare call me again! If I ever see you, I’ll beat the crap out of you!”** The line went dead. Sophie and Jenna were stunned. For a moment, no one spoke. Jenna was the first to recover. Furious, she grabbed a book from her bed and hurled it at me. “This is your fault! You must’ve said something about her behind her back!” Sophie’s face turned red with anger. “Yeah! He wasn’t like this before. You must’ve trashed me to him! You’re disgusting!” I sighed, exasperated. “I didn’t say a word about you. Just give me my stuff back.” Sophie shouted, “If you didn’t badmouth me, why would he treat me like this?” I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t rocket science. Sophie’s photos of her posing provocatively on the hood of my car had caused thousands of dollars in damage. Henry, who borrowed the car from his dad’s shop, was now saddled with debt. Of course, he was furious. Jenna sneered. “See, Sophie? This is why I told you to go for Henry. I could tell this guy was a spineless coward who’d only play dirty behind your back. He’s pathetic!” I turned to her. “So, you encouraged her to cheat on me? You’re admitting it?” Jenna rolled her eyes. “Cheating? Please. I was helping my best friend escape a dead-end relationship. What kind of friend would let her marry someone like you? She’ll thank me for this someday.” Sophie crossed her arms impatiently. “Fine, you can have the phone back. But I have one condition—you go apologize to Henry. Admit you lied about me and clear my name.” Jenna added, “Yeah, even if you have to get on your knees and beg, you owe Sophie an apology!” I took the phone from Sophie’s hand and said, “I’m not apologizing for something I didn’t do. And we’re not done here—I want everything else you owe me.” I walked into the room, sat at her desk, and started calculating. Gifts, money transfers—everything I had ever given her during our relationship. Sophie protested, “My friends are here. Do you really have to humiliate me like this? We were in love once—can’t you let me keep my dignity?” Ignoring her, I kept adding up the numbers. Jenna snapped a picture of me and smirked. “Wow, I’ve never seen a more pathetic man. I’m posting this to my story so everyone knows how disgusting you are.” I thought she was bluffing until I checked my phone. Sure enough, she had posted my photo with the caption: “Ladies, beware of broke guys. The poorer they are, the more entitled they feel. My bestie’s ex is harassing her right now—so creepy!” I frowned and said, “Why do you keep throwing around words like ‘poor’ and ‘rich’ in a personal matter between us? You might as well tattoo ‘gold digger’ on your forehead.” Jenna smirked. “Yeah, I’m a gold digger. So what? Do you even have the right to criticize me? If you were rich, you’d be the one lecturing me right now, not the other way around. But look at you—what have you accomplished?” She got more heated as she spoke and walked over to the window, pointing outside. “Rich men drive Lamborghinis worth millions, focused on their careers and ambitions. Meanwhile, broke losers like you sit here doing math, making the girls who once loved them feel sick.” Another roommate finally spoke up, clearly uncomfortable. “Sophie, maybe you should just pay him back. You were in the wrong here.” Sophie’s face darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you taking his side now?” Jenna jumped in immediately, her voice dripping with mockery. “Oh, it’s obvious, isn’t it? She’s jealous. You’ve got a boyfriend with a Lamborghini, and she can’t stand it, so she’s trying to undermine you.” The roommate’s face turned red. “You’re making things up! That’s not true!” I knew this girl—her name was Sarah. She was a scholarship student from a low-income family. I remembered her because, once, Sophie had asked me to buy desserts for everyone in her dorm to show off. Sarah was the only one who refused, saying she didn’t want to accept something she hadn’t earned. That left a strong impression on me. Sophie sighed dramatically. “Sarah, I know you’ve had it hard—you’re here on student loans and scholarships. I get that you resent rich people. But you know what’s more important than grades? Character.” Sarah’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you saying I don’t have character?” I blinked, stunned. Sarah was one of the most hardworking, self-respecting people I knew. And Sophie? Sophie had just been making out with another guy in my car while I was still technically her boyfriend. And she thought Sarah was the one lacking character? Jenna sneered. “I know girls like you, Sarah. You know Sophie broke up with him, and now you’re trying to play the nice, innocent one to win his favor. You don’t even aim high—you know you can’t land a guy with a Lamborghini, so you’re settling for this flyer boy with his $3,000-a-month gig.” Sarah’s fists clenched as she stood up, her voice shaking with anger. “I work as a tutor and make $2,000 a month on my own! I don’t need to stoop so low!” Jenna rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. To you, even crumbs are a feast. Don’t think I didn’t see you yesterday picking rice off the table and eating it. Girls like you are so pathetic you don’t even care how low you go.” Sarah’s eyes filled with tears. “It fell on the table, not the floor! What’s so pathetic about that?” “Enough!” Sophie’s shout cut through the tension. She slammed her phone down on the desk and turned to me. “You’re making me look bad. My biggest regret is dating you. Just finish calculating whatever you’re owed so I can go explain things to my new boyfriend.” Jenna jumped in immediately. “Don’t worry, Sophie. I’ll go with you. Once you clear things up, the rumors will die, and you’ll still be his little princess.” I ignored them both and kept working on the numbers. Of course, I didn’t include the cost of repairing the car—I didn’t want Sophie trying to worm her way back into my life to avoid paying. After calculating everything, I finally had the total: $1,800. I stared at the number, dumbfounded. Dating someone had cost me $1,800. I could barely believe it. My monthly expenses were only a few hundred dollars. It wasn’t until I totaled it all up that I realized how much I had spent. Sophie and Jenna were just as stunned. They were students—where were they going to find that kind of money? At first, they didn’t believe me. They double-checked my math, but eventually, they had to accept the amount was correct. Sophie looked uneasy. “$1,800… I don’t have that kind of money right now.” Jenna, however, wasn’t fazed. “Don’t back down, Sophie. I’ll help you pay him back. How you handle this loser will determine how your new boyfriend sees you. Even if we have to take out a loan, we’ll pay him back. You need to cut ties with this broke guy completely if you ever want to marry into wealth.” Sophie hesitated but eventually nodded. “Fine. We’ll figure out how to borrow the money. I can’t let my parents find out, though—they’d kill me.” I almost laughed. If $1,800 was enough to make her parents furious, what would they do when they saw the $10,000 repair bill for the Lamborghini? Sophie and Jenna scrambled to contact people and borrow money. To my surprise, they managed to raise it quickly. Their classmates chipped in—$200 here, $300 there—until they had over $800. Sophie was thrilled. “Wow, I have such great friends. Everyone’s willing to lend me money.” Jenna grinned. “It’s because of your selfies. Everyone sees you posing on a multi-million-dollar sports car. They probably think this is pocket change for you!” Sophie’s eyes lit up. She turned to me and said, “See? This is what real charm looks like. When you’re with a man who commands admiration, people naturally want to help you. If I were still with you, do you think anyone would lend me money in a pinch?” Jenna snorted. “Forget emergencies. Being with him is a disaster in itself.” Eventually, they managed to gather a little over $800.There was still $1,000 left to cover. Jenna bit her lip and said, “I know someone who works the streets—he can lend me the money. But if we can’t pay it back, things will get ugly.” Sophie hesitated, looking worried. “What happens if we can’t repay him?” Jenna waved it off. “Don’t worry about that. Your new boyfriend is loaded. A thousand bucks is nothing to him.” Jenna quickly called her “connection,” a shady-looking guy who was clearly a private loan shark. Without hesitation, he handed over the $1,000. Once they had scraped together the full amount, Sophie shoved the money into my hands and threw her phone at me. “There! Are you happy now? Get out of my life and never come back!” I nodded, then turned to Sarah, Sophie’s quiet roommate, and said, “Can you come with me for a moment?” Sarah looked startled, clearly confused as to why I was asking her to step out. Jenna sneered. “I knew it! These two have been sneaking around behind your back, Sophie. The moment you pay him off, he’s already moving on to your leftovers.” I sighed. The reason I needed Sarah’s help was simple—she worked on the student council and had access to the dorm directory. If I was going to send Sophie’s family an official court summons, I needed her home address. Blushing furiously, Sarah lowered her head and followed me out of the room. Jenna jeered after us. “You really are pathetic, Sarah. Going after Sophie’s castoffs? What, is that all you think you’re worth?” Sarah’s voice trembled with frustration. “I don’t have any interest in him!” Jenna scoffed. “Oh, please. Stop playing innocent. You’re just a wannabe trying to climb out of poverty. Girls like you don’t even have standards. You’re probably thrilled to even be noticed by someone who hands out flyers for a living.” Sophie added, her voice dripping with disdain, “Honestly, I’m glad I broke up with him. He’s all yours now. Let me give you some advice: trash goes with trash. Enjoy your happily-ever-after.” Once Sarah and I were in the hallway, she turned to me, her voice soft but serious. “I wasn’t standing up for you because I like you or anything. I just couldn’t stand how awful they were being. I don’t have time for romance—I’m focusing on my studies and tutoring to make ends meet.” I nodded. “I know. Between scholarships and part-time jobs, you barely have time to sleep, let alone date.” She gave me a curious look. “Then why did you call me out here?” I explained, “I know you have access to the dorm directory. I need Sophie’s home address. Can you share it with me?” Sarah froze, clearly alarmed. “What are you planning? Please don’t do anything reckless!” She grabbed my arm, her eyes wide with concern. “Look, I get it—you’re upset. But don’t let their behavior ruin your future. You’re better than this.” Her words caught me off guard. Did she honestly think I was planning to do something extreme? Realizing she was still holding my arm, Sarah quickly let go, her cheeks flushing red. “You’re hardworking, ambitious—you deserve better. Ten years from now, Sophie will regret the choices she’s making today. I’m sure of it.” I smirked. “It won’t take ten years. The repair shop is already assessing the damage to my car. If Sophie’s family lives nearby, they’ll be getting the repair bill soon enough.” Sarah blinked, confused. “What car?” I smiled. “The Lamborghini. It’s mine.” Her jaw dropped. I explained the whole story, from Sophie’s betrayal to Jenna’s insults, and how the car they thought belonged to Sophie’s “rich boyfriend” was actually mine. Sarah stared at me in shock, as if she couldn’t process what she was hearing. It wasn’t until I showed her the registration that she finally believed me. When she went to get the dorm directory, she looked like she was still in a daze, as if she were walking on air. Moments later, Sarah sent me Sophie’s address. To my surprise, her family lived just a few miles from the repair shop. What a coincidence. I called the shop, and they assured me they’d deliver the repair estimate to Sophie’s house within ten minutes. But then I remembered something important: Sophie had given me back the phone I’d bought her. How was I supposed to contact her later if I needed to follow up? Reluctantly, I decided to return the phone—for now. When I walked back into the dorm room, Sophie rolled her eyes. “Why are you here again?” I held out the phone. “You don’t have a phone anymore, so you can borrow this for a couple of days.” Jenna clutched her chest dramatically, pretending to gag. “I knew it! He’s just trying to weasel his way back into your life. This is all part of his pathetic act—he wants to play the ‘will they, won’t they’ game with you.” Sophie snapped. “Do you think I’m stupid? Stop following me around! You’re making me look bad in front of my friends!” Just then, Jenna’s phone started ringing. She frowned as she looked at the screen. “That’s weird, Sophie. Why are your parents calling me?” I froze. Wow, the repair shop was quick—looks like Sophie’s parents couldn’t reach her, so they called Jenna instead. Sophie grabbed the phone and answered, “Mom? What’s going on?” She didn’t put the call on speaker, but her mom’s furious yelling was loud enough for all of us to hear: “Don’t call me ‘Mom’! Do you even know how much your dad and I make? You’ve completely ruined us!” Sophie was dumbfounded by the sudden outburst. “What did I do wrong? What happened?” Clutching the phone, she walked to the corner of the dorm. But as the conversation went on, her face turned pale, and suddenly, she burst into tears. Jenna rushed over. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Sobbing, Sophie choked out, “Now I know why he’s so mad at me! I dented his car hood, and now he’s making my family pay for it! The repair estimate is $13,700! Where are we supposed to get that kind of money?” Jenna was stunned. “How does that even make sense? You just sat on it—how could it dent?” Sophie wiped her tears. “The bill already got sent to my parents. My mom said she’s forwarding me the photo of it. I’m supposed to check my phone.” Her legs wobbled as she collapsed onto her bed, too distraught to stand. Jenna bit her lip and said, “Don’t panic. I might have an idea.” Sophie sniffled. “What idea?” Jenna leaned in closer. “The only thing that might save you now is if you’re pregnant. If you have his baby, do you think he’d still have the guts to ask for the repair fees?” Sophie’s eyes widened, and then she nodded quickly. “You’re right! Even if he doesn’t care about me, he’d care about the baby, right?” Jenna got more excited. “Exactly! And if he still dares to ask, we’ll go to his family and make a scene!” Sophie sighed deeply. “I was hoping to use the baby to marry into a rich family, but now it looks like I’ll just be trading it for car repairs.” Jenna patted her shoulder. “Hey, $13,700 isn’t nothing. That’s two years of your parents’ salaries! And who says you still can’t marry rich? If his parents want to save face, they might even insist on a wedding. Forget the repair fees—they might give you a new car!” Listening to this nonsense, I debated for a brief moment whether I should warn Sophie. Her plan to use a baby for leverage wouldn’t stop my parents from collecting the repair fees. I started to speak. “Uh, actually—” Before I could finish, Sophie shot me a death glare and stomped over. She yanked the phone from my hand and snapped, “Shut up. Just leave. I don’t even want to hear your voice right now—you’re making my bad day even worse!” Jenna chimed in, her voice dripping with disdain. “Yeah, can’t you take a hint? We’re trying to figure out how to fix things with Henry. Why don’t you just get lost already?” I hesitated. “Maybe it’s better if you check the repair bill first—” Jenna cut me off with an angry yell. “Leave! Go! You’re such a loser. If you keep hanging around Sophie, we’ll accuse you of harassment and see you in court!” I shrugged. Fair enough. We’d already be seeing each other in court anyway. Sophie was already sending a voice message to Henry: “Please, can you come to the dorm? I just want to talk. I’m begging you.” Henry replied almost immediately. Sophie hit play, and his voice came through loud and clear: “Fine, you crazy b**. I’ll meet you downstairs. I’ve got some things to say to you, too.”** Sophie lowered the phone, her expression uneasy. “Do you think he’ll forgive me?” Jenna reassured her. “Just go down and beg him. I’ll go with you. Together, we’ll smooth things over.” She helped Sophie to her feet and shot me a nasty look. “Move, loser. Out of the way!” I ignored her and headed for the stairs. As I reached the ground floor, Sarah caught up with me. Sophie and Jenna walked past us, keeping their distance from Sarah like she was contagious. Sarah glanced at me nervously. “Are you really going to make Sophie pay that much money?” I shrugged. “I’m not going to scam her. She’ll pay exactly what she owes. But…” Sarah tilted her head. “But what?” I smirked. “I think they’re about to realize they’ve been begging the wrong person. Things might get… awkward.” When we got outside, Henry was already there. But something was off. He was standing by the curb, sniffling, his face streaked with tears. Most notably, there was a bright red handprint on his cheek. I couldn’t help but chuckle. If I had to guess, he’d already told his dad about the car damage and received some “tough love” in the form of a slap. Sophie and Jenna stopped in their tracks, stunned by what they were seeing. Jenna frowned and said, “This can’t be real. His family is rich—why is he crying like this over some car repairs?” Sophie hesitated. “Maybe he really loves that car. When we went out, he was always so careful with it, treating it like a treasure.” Jenna sighed. “They say a man’s car is his second wife. Guess that’s true.” I rolled my eyes. I don’t love my car like a wife. But of course, he had to be careful—it wasn’t even his car. It was mine. Sophie rushed over to him, putting on her most pitiful expression. “Baby, let me explain, please.” He snapped, “Explain to your grandma, you stupid b**!”** Before anyone could react, Henry completely lost it. He grabbed Sophie by the hair and slapped her hard across the face. Both Sophie and Jenna were too shocked to respond. Jenna rushed forward, trying to break them apart, while Sophie whimpered, “Baby, if you’re mad, just hit me. It’s my fault. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I swear!” “I don’t want your apologies!” Fuming, Henry punched Sophie in the face, over and over. That’s when it finally sank in—this wasn’t just a tantrum. He was genuinely furious. The other students standing nearby were stunned into silence. Just moments ago, Sophie had stepped out of the Lamborghini, basking in the admiration of her peers. Now, she was being publicly humiliated, her hair yanked, her face punched repeatedly. Jenna screamed, “You’re going too far! She’s a girl, for god’s sake!” Henry didn’t care. His punches landed hard, and one of them even knocked out Sophie’s front tooth. Sophie spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at the tooth in disbelief. Panicking, she bent down to pick it up, crying, “Stop hitting me! My tooth! Jenna, go get some milk! We need to save it!” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “She’s actually right. If you put a knocked-out tooth in milk quickly enough, it might be possible to reattach it.” Sarah turned to me, her face pale. “Are you… laughing at her?” I shook my head. “Of course not. We used to date. Seeing her like this hurts me too.” Sarah narrowed her eyes. “Then why are you smiling?” I shrugged. “I just like to smile. They say people who smile a lot have good luck.”
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