"What's there to be angry about? It wasn't real," James replied dismissively.
My heart dropped, and I quickened my pace to escape that toxic place.
Once home, I locked myself in my room, ignoring James's persistent knocking.
My phone buzzed; it was a message from an unknown number.
I opened it and instantly felt a chill run down my spine.
[That was my first kiss. You have to take responsibility.]
I decided not to reply to Victor's message and to handle the situation coldly.
But days passed, and James still showed no signs of remorse.
My heart felt heavy, like a massive stone was pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.
Finally, on the fifth night, James showed up at my door with bubble tea.
"I'm sorry; I didn't expect things to turn out this way," he said.
He handed me the bubble tea, his tone casual.
I reluctantly took it, but my resentment hadn't faded at all.
I pulled out my phone and showed James the message from Victor.
"I told you before that he had ulterior motives towards me."
James frowned and said, "You're not on the same level as him; stop flattering yourself.
"He probably just continued the dare after he left; there's no way he'd be interested in you."