He Hated My Type, Now He’s Begging Chapter 08

He Hated My Type, Now He’s Begging Chapter 08

I took one look at the space between them and turned away.

His face went ashen. He stepped back fast.

He shot Serena one clipped line, “You better not have set this up.”

Then he left her with his friends and raced after me.

Serena’s tears hit the pavement. She wiped her face, head down, silent.

Harrison called my name a few times, caught up, and launched into a frantic explanation,

“That’s all it is… just siblings. I only want you. I swear.”

He rambled the whole way. I said nothing. He went quiet.

Back in his room, he opened my chat over and over, trying to find the right words.

He clicked on my profile, hoping the cat picture was still there.

Empty. Just a blank line.

She deleted it.

He fired off a message.

Big red exclamation mark next to it.

Wait. He’d been blocked.

The live chat flooded the screen with nothing but a long string of ellipses:

[…]

[Dude. Serena blocked you too.]

He hadn’t even noticed.

He sent a new request, and she accepted.

But before relief could set in, her voice came through, cold and distant,

[So my worry wasn’t baseless. If you’d admitted you used to like her, I’d have understood.]

[This is over.]

The video call cut. Another red mark.

I couldn’t stand people who tested me.

That kind of push-pull came from entitlement—the belief they’d never get dropped. And it made their effort shallow.

[Right when they were about to go official. Right when he felt it the most. If I were him, I’d never forget this.]

[Pretty NPC had no shortage of options. And she’s genuinely talented. Getting feels is normal.]

[With his pride? Getting blocked twice probably means he won’t reach out again…]

And he didn’t. For days. But then I started seeing him everywhere.

My schedule was predictable, same routes, same times. And I never made a scene in public.

Harrison noticed I still smiled and greeted him politely. For a moment, he thought he had a chance.

Then he realized I did that with everyone. And there were always other people hovering—annoying suitors.

He looked bitter. Jealous. But he pulled himself together and kept popping up in my orbit.

[Harrison’s fully slipped into obsessive watchful mode.]

[Privately threatening any guy who looks at her.]

[He’s shutting down her options left and right. But there’s always next year’s freshmen.]

[And girls too.]

[I thought he was too cold for her, but now he’s all sunshine and smiles. Man’s a golden retriever.]

A month passed.

Serena found me privately and apologized, “I was immature. I see it now. He really does like you.”

“I tried to reach out to him, but he hasn’t added me back all month.”

“I don’t want to lose family over this. I won’t do it again.”

“I was jealous, honestly.”

She spoke faster as she went, eyes glistening. Proud girl. This apology in front of everyone must have cost her.

The chat confirmed that.

The room went quiet. Everyone listened.

After I’d told them everything, they didn’t rush to comfort Serena this time.

She looked wretched. I just said, “Okay.”

“But I won’t be with someone whose feelings are tangled up with others. It’s not just Harrison.”

Her lips parted, but no sound came. Eventually, she couldn’t take the silence and ran off.

A few days later, she filed a request to move out.

I was curious: with the disruptor gone, would the original magnetic pull between them kick back in?

Surprisingly, no. Harrison didn’t look back.

That was why Serena came to apologize in the first place. She knew it was over.

The push-pull had been mutual. And once she saw there was no chance, she took the path that protected her image. That kind of scandal didn’t help anyone.

The other girls told me Serena had paid them each $100,000 for hush money.

They joked about whether they could keep it.

I laughed. “Where’s my cut?”

Gemma looked up. “She probably knows you wouldn’t spill anyway.”

“Enemies know each other best.”

…

A whole year slipped by. Harrison changed completely. The reckless, hot-headed desperation faded away, replaced by quiet, steady restraint.

He’d abandoned all manipulative mind games, choosing only to linger gently in my orbit.

But subtle? No. Everyone knew he was chasing me.

At first, people said he was just bored. A rich guy looking for novelty.

But the gossip died down over time.

Because he gave too much generous financial support. And differently from before. No more throwing cash without thought.

When I didn’t add him back on socials, he came to me in person.

I was a finance major, top of the class, but starting without the head start they had.

I was blunt, “Can you help me?”

Soon, he connected me with a research opportunity. “I’ll be your backer,” he said lightly.

So I accepted his friend request. Still didn’t label us.

Over the next year, he introduced me to everyone in his circle.

Two years later, the Sterlings contacted me.

They said I seemed like a decent person, but our family backgrounds were far too incompatible. Harrison had already turned down a few arranged prospects because of me.

They gave me two choices: a future. Study abroad, fully funded. Or a payoff. A clean seven-figure exit.

They weren’t rude about it. Just… calculating.

Both options were good. I turned them down.

Where I was going, I’d get there either way. Slow and steady felt cleaner.

I smiled politely. “I understand your concerns. But Harrison and I aren’t actually dating.”

They looked confused.

Afterward, I passed the whole conversation to him to handle. I had no interest in family drama.

Serena texted me in a panic: [I’m really doing the arranged thing now. I didn’t know about my mom and his dad.]

[Also… Harrison’s started mimicking you. He’s picked up all your little mannerisms and facial expressions. It’s almost eerie.]

[He’s been studying you.]

[People mimic who they love.]

[Lilith stays winning.]

[Couple goals. He got blocked and still came back.]

[He’s already speeding over to her location right now]

When I stepped out to meet his parents, his car was already in the lot.

Harrison stood outside, but didn’t come in.

He gave his parents a look, then forced a smile at me. Miserable, deflated.

Finally, he admitted, “Sorry. I lied to them about you being my girlfriend.”

I studied him. Then my lips curved.

He knew my tells. His eyes lit up.

Ignoring his stunned parents, he reached for my bag and took it off my hands.

Every last barrier between us had finally crumbled.

He’d checked every box I’d ever set for a trustworthy partner.

I smiled, light and unburdened at last.

*Harrison. Let’s try.”