He Could See My Comments, I Used Them To Tease Him Chapter 10

I suddenly remembered a few months back, when. 

Cathie had a fight with her family and stormed off 

to get her hair cut short on a whim. 

“Perfect little daughter? Screw that.” 

“My whole life she’s had me learning piano and ballet, always demanding first place, and I never 

once said no. I got one ear piercing and she called 

me a disgrace. Fine, I’ll show her.” 

She’d crouched next to the salon, eyes red, and I’d been genuinely shocked. 

“Cathie, are you actually crying?” 

Growing up, even when her mom took a belt to her 

for coming in second place, Cathie never shed a 

tear. 

“No. That idiot barber got loose hair in my eye. 

Blow on it for me.” 

I’d pried her eye open and pursed my lips to blow 

on it, then glanced up and spotted a gorgeous guy walking by in the distance. 

Our eyes met. He’d looked away, unbothered. 

I froze. 

So that had been Silas. 

“That was…” 

My words trailed off. 

Looking at his red–rimmed eyes now, that same restrained, wounded expression, I swallowed the 

rest back down. 

Inside, a little voice was dancing with joy, scattering confetti. 

Sweet. 

And on top of that, there was this giddy thrill. 

Silas, looking so noble and long–suffering for love, 

was even cuter like this. 

I reached out and took hold of his pale fingers, a 

wicked smile tugging at my mouth, and pulled his head down toward mine. 

“Then you’d better be careful my boyfriend doesn’t find out.” 

The oversized umbrella seemed to seal off a 

whole separate world. 

Pain and conflict swirled in his eyes, but he still 

shut them tight, resigned to whatever came next. 

A moment later, I gently pulled back, ready to tell 

him the truth–when a trembling, ice–cold hand 

caught the back of my head. 

“That transfer kid… I met you first. Could you like 

me a little more than him?” 

His eyes were red and desperate, all that carefully 

guarded morality now completely abandoned. 

“Didn’t you say if I agreed, you’d hand me your 

whole heart? Feels more like I’m the one about to 

hand mine over…” 

Silas put up a good front. 

But not as good as mine. 

Extra: Silas’s POV 

A stack of text appeared out of nowhere in front of 

1. me. 

Like something out of a novel. 

(Silas still has no idea Yvette is his destined girl.] 

[Yvette’s affection level just hit seventy percent. Why hasn’t he made a move yet?] 

[One word from him and she’ll hand over her whole heart, no questions asked!] 

Male lead. Was that supposed to be me? 

I frowned and looked toward the other person 

these words kept mentioning. 

Yvette. 

The girl who sat in front of me. 

Her ponytail was pulled up high, exposing small ears and the smooth nape of her neck. 

I found the whole thing baffling. 

[The male lead snuck another look at the female 

lead today. He must be completely smitten with 

how cute and gorgeous she is.] 

[Obviously. Someone that charming, who wouldn’t fall head over heels after one glance?] 

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, almost 

amused. 

These comments loved their cheesy jokes. 

But I had to admit, they added some kind of spark 

to my otherwise flat, dull days. 

Gradually, I found myself following their lead, 

paying attention to her. 

It was the first time I’d ever really looked at 

someone. 

For eighteen years, I’d believed that everyone 

should just be their own person and mind their 

own business. 

People were complicated. Relationships were 

complicated. 

But she seemed to thrive on them. 

She had a lot of friends. 

The kids sitting in front and behind her would give 

her cookies, and she’d laugh and chat with them. 

She was closest with her deskmate–every time 

they talked, her big eyes would crinkle up in that 

happy little squint. 

I found myself glancing at her more and more. 

Longer each time, more often each day. 

Then one day I overheard people in class talking 

about her. 

They said she was tougher than most guys, a real 

bully–that she’d been involved in school violence. 

I thought they were full of it. She was so small and 

thin, with that sweet smile–how could she 

possibly be a fighter? 

They also said she had a childhood sweetheart, a 

guy with an earring who picked her up for dates 

every Friday. 

Then it hit me–I’d seen her before. 

Beside a salon on some street corner, sneaking a 

kiss with someone. 

I looked away, no longer wanting to read those 

words, no longer wanting to pay attention to her. 

But then screaming erupted from an alley, along 

with my own name. 

The guy said, “I’ll never talk trash about Silas 

again. Yvette, if I’d known he was your guy, I 

wouldn’t have dared say a word.” 

So the rumors were true. 

Small and thin as she was, she’d genuinely 

knocked down a whole group of guys to defend 

1. me. 

The sunset spilled over her, her usually neat 

ponytail slightly mussed. I couldn’t quite name 

what I felt. 

But my heart was beating faster than usual. 

[Yvette’s upset. Someone should get her a little 

dessert–that’d cheer her up.] 

[If he brings a vanilla latte, a cinnamon roll, and 

hash browns tomorrow, her affection is 

guaranteed to go up a lot.] 

Something that specific–I realized these words. 

had to be coming from Yvette herself. 

I had no idea how she was doing it. 

She was strange like that. Always managing 

things I never would have thought of. 

During lab, while we worked together, she kept 

sneaking glances at me. 

I’d been stared at my whole life, but this was the 

first time I didn’t mind it. 

I told her to focus on class and stop looking at me 

-and she actually listened. 

But something about it irritated me. 

If she was that obedient, would she actually break 

up with him and be with me if I asked? 

Before I could figure things out yet, before I even 

got the chance to voice my hesitation, that guy 

showed up and she turned and left without a 

second thought. 

He called her “kiddo.” So cringey. 

If we ever got together, I doubted I could ever bring myself to say something like that. At most I’d 

manage to call her Yvie. 

She gave up on me that fast. Before I’d even worked through my own doubts, she was already off talking to the new transfer student. 

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the guy’s face went red. 

That was just how she was. Always managing to fluster people. 

She’d even said in a comment once that my mouth looked kissable. 

She had a boyfriend–she wasn’t going to kiss me anyway. So why did she keep saying things that made my face burn? 

Those teasing comments stopped appearing. 

She stopped sneaking glances at me. Just because I said I needed time–I never said no, I was still thinking it over–how did she already 

move on to someone else? 

She stopped sending those entertaining 

comments too, and I felt restless and agitated 

every single day. 

The new transfer student had no shame. Not only 

did he make his move, but he actually met Yvette’s 

actual boyfriend. 

I watched from a distance, the fire inside me 

growing hotter by the second. 

If I’d just said yes sooner, that spot as the third 

wheel wouldn’t have gone to him. 

I thought about it all night, tossing and turning, 

unable to sleep. 

The floating comments had been gone for a while, 

and Yvette hadn’t so much as glanced at me in 

ages. 

I’d made up my mind. 

Yvette’s lips were soft. She called me aloof; I said I wasn’t. She just kept laughing. 

Rain pattered down as she laughed and leaned 

into me. 

I held the umbrella with one hand and kept the other lightly against her, holding her just far enough to keep her from pressing flush against my chest. 

Otherwise, she’d hear how loud my heart was 

pounding.