Chapter 3

3.

When I checked my phone the next morning, a video of my confession was pinned to the top of our school's gossip page.

On screen, my chubby frame was slumped over the ruined cake, my face flushed with mortification.

I truly did look like a pathetic pig.

The comment section was filled with venom.

[Holy crap, he needs to look in a mirror! How dare he chase our school queen!]

[Woke up and saw a literal hog trying to flirt, lmao.]

I had only put on some weight. Why was the world so cruel to me?

When I arrived at the classroom, a crowd of students was huddled together, laughing hysterically.

As I walked closer, I saw Farrah sitting in the center of the circle.

She was holding the school jacket I had left in my desk yesterday, using a permanent marker to write insults all over it.

She was currently scribbling: [Dead Fat Pig.]

Someone burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Now everyone will know Carson is a pig."

"If I were him, I'd be too embarrassed to show my face. Yet he has the thick skin to confess to our goddess!"

I froze in my tracks, my chest tightening painfully.

Someone noticed me and nudged the guy who had just spoken.

Dozens of mocking eyes instantly locked onto me.

"Look, the pig showed up for class! Hahaha!"

The entire room erupted into derisive laughter.

Farrah sneered, balled up my ruined jacket, and hurled it straight into my chest.

"Here's your uniform, pig."

Humiliation burned in my throat as I stared directly into her eyes.

"Why?" I whispered.

Why treat me like this?

All I did was confess my feelings. Did that give her the right to humiliate me in front of the whole school?

She let out a mocking laugh. "Why? Because everyone knows you're a pig. Do I really need to explain it to you?"

"Damn, Queen Farrah is savage!" a boy cheered, clapping his hands.

"How about we just call Carson 'Dead Fat Pig' from now on?"

"Hell yeah, love it!"

Without a flicker of remorse, Farrah pushed past me and strutted out of the room.

I walked over to my seat, only to find my desk vandalized with crude, nasty slurs.

I looked at my classmates, all young and vibrant teenagers on the outside.

Yet right now, they looked like cruel, twisted demons.