He Could See My Comments, I Used Them To Tease Him Chapter 06

When exactly had I ever talked to him, playing it as 

cool as I was? 

Seeing my irritation, he pulled something out from 

behind his back. 

“In a bad mood? Might help if you eat this.” 

Honestly, that dessert almost won me over. 

But before I could reach for it, ChatGPT’s words 

rang through my head. 

“No commitment, no rejection, but plenty of 

moves and no confession–that’s stringing you 

along. Don’t fall for it.” 

I snapped back to attention. 

I pulled my hand back, my affection for Silas 

dropping another notch. 

“I’m off sugar.” 

Dead silence. His face went a little pale. 

“Yvette. Can you just give me some time?” 

Watching him look so genuinely troubled instantly flipped my irritation into something sharper. 

“Who said I need you to do anything?” 

He sighed, sounding helpless. 

“But you’ve been avoiding me all day.” 

We barely had any contact before this. I had no idea how he even noticed. 

From that day on, I stopped opening the comment panel. 

But the breakfast on my desk never stopped. 

The yogurt, the desserts, all the little snacks I’d once mentioned–they kept showing up every few days. 

I shoved everything to Zora, and she whispered, 

“Are you and Silas dating or something?” 

I pressed my lips together, pretending not to 

notice how he’d slowed his steps walking past. 

“No. We barely know each other.” 

A cold draft blew through. Zora rubbed her arms. 

“That human fridge in our class is running colder than ever. We could skip AC all summer.” 

“Oh right, don’t forget to bring me back that book I 

lent you tomorrow.” 

I nodded, reaching to open my notes app, then 

realized I’d left my phone at home. 

The comment panel flickered in my mind. Without thinking twice, I used it as a memo instead. 

[Don’t forget the book.] 

The pen in the back row froze mid–spin. 

I realized this thing worked way better as a memo 

than my phone. 

No digging through my bag–just think it, and it 

was there. 

As for Silas, I didn’t really care anymore if he could 

see the comments. 

It was all just random nonsense anyway, and 

there’s no way he’d trace it back to me. 

Heard there was a new transfer student next door 

-a good–looking one. I went along to check him. 

out. 

Not my type, but something about him looked 

familiar. 

I felt like I’d seen him somewhere before. 

Maybe my staring was too obvious, because he 

turned around, and the moment our eyes met, his 

eyes lit up. 

That’s when it clicked. 

I had seen him before. 

Two or three years ago, at Cathie’s piano 

competition, he’d stared at the girl on stage with 

those same sparkling eyes. 

“You go here too? I remember you. You’re Cathie’s 

little cousin.” 

I was taken aback by how forward he was and let 

out an awkward laugh. 

He locked his eyes on me with an eager, almost 

desperate look–like he’d been waiting for this. 

chance forever. 

“Has Cathie been in touch with you lately? I haven’t 

seen her at any piano competitions recently. What’s she been up to?” 

I took a small step back, finally putting it all 

together. 

“You like my cousin?” 

His face went red from his neck to the tips of his 

ears. 

“It’s admiration. Don’t you think she’s amazing?” 

Fair enough, honestly. 

“Could you… tell her I have a piano competition. 

this week? She said she’d cheer me on if I made it 

to the finals.” 

I opened the memo in my head and jotted it down. 

without thinking. 

[The new transfer kid wants me to…] 

A shadow fell over us. His flushed face went dark 

under it. 

I looked up and found Silas standing there, his 

expression grim. 

He must have been watching from a distance for 

a while now. 

“Hey, you’re blocking us.” 

The clueless transfer kid, oblivious to the tension, 

tried to peek around Silas. 

“Actually, want to trade contact info? Let me know if you hear anything, okay?”