NO LONGER HIS PLAYTHING：I'm the Heroine of My Own Story novel Chapter 10

Opening the original post, I was assaulted by a screen full of vile comments that felt like knives in my eyes.

High school students, always most excited by this kind of gossip.

Just yesterday Zephyr had said those awful things about me.

And now this happened. Like the final nail in the coffin of my public humiliation. Everyone was eagerly commenting:

[Thanks for the content, Phoebe! Already saved that pic for later ??]

[HOLY SHIT! Girl's stacked! Will there be an encore? Moving into the second floor bathroom from now on!]

[What did I miss?? Why wasn't I in that bathroom? Could've gotten some action too.]

[You're all disgusting! She was clearly sick—she had already called in sick that morning! What is wrong with you people?!] ...

Some female classmates stood up for me, righteously defending my honor. But most comments contained the cruelest insults a girl could face:

[Suuuure, she had a "fever." Is that why she ended up in the boys' bathroom? ?]

[Maybe she was just SO sick she walked into the wrong bathroom?]

[Yeah right, and I'm the Queen of England]

[Your Majesty! ?]

[All hail the Queen! ?]

[We're not worthy! ?]

[So which of you guys got lucky? How many of you hit that? Was it as good as it looks?]

[LOL, ask Zephyr. He's the one who "rescued" her. Probably not his first rodeo with her either]

[Our boy Zeph playing hero again~ Maybe the "hot senior" wasn't even into it~]

It was Zephyr who had forcibly dragged me into that bathroom stall, who had groped me, who had humiliated me.

But he casually glossed over everything that happened.

Allowing all those disgusting, degrading insults to rain down on me. Until I was completely drowning in them.

Sid gently took the phone from my trembling hands. "Phoebe, please don't look at this garbage," he said softly, his voice cracking with anger.

"None of this is true. None of this is your fault."

But it was too late.

The damage was done. In just twenty-four hours, I'd lost everything—my first love, my dignity, and now my reputation.

All because I'd loved someone who never saw me as anything more than a body to use and discard.