He Could See My Comments, I Used Them To Tease Him Chapter 01

Ever since I found out the campus heartthrob could see the comments I posted, I started typing nonsense on purpose.

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

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

[One word from him and she’ll hand over her whole heart!]

I poured every ounce of my writing skill into leading him on.

But aside from the food I mentioned in the comments mysteriously showing up on my desk the next morning, Silas did nothing.

And when I actually worked up the nerve to talk to him myself, he coldly backed away.

Watching him recoil from me like I was something contagious, I finally accepted the reality: even with this cheat code, he was never going to like me.

So I gave up completely and started using the comments as my personal memo pad.

[Had two sandwiches for breakfast. $1.50 total.]

[Don’t forget to top up the cafeteria card.]

[The new transfer kid next door is so hot…]

A shadow fell across my desk. I looked up and met Silas’s dark, unreadable eyes.

***

I smiled at the breakfast on my desk.

Vanilla latte, a cinnamon roll, and hash browns.

I stuck the straw in and started writing comments in my head.

[Yvette’s clearly happy with this breakfast. Good job, Silas!]

[But why not just hand it to her in person? If she knew it was from him, her affection would skyrocket!]

[Honestly, he should be feeding it to her by hand…]

A violent coughing fit erupted behind me. I turned to see Silas’s desk mate frantically shoving tissues at him.

“Silas, you okay?”

That famously stone-faced heartthrob was flushed red from his neck to the tips of his ears. I smirked and looked away.

Silas had transferred to our school two months ago.

The day he arrived, someone posted his photo on the confession page and his desk drawer filled up with love letters within a week.

Zora, my desk mate, grabbed my arm in excitement.

“He’s too gorgeous to be real. How has no talent scout snapped him up yet?!”

The mystery solved itself soon enough.

He had a different car picking him up every single day for two weeks straight.

And every girl who confessed to him ended up scared off.

“When he looks at you, it feels like stepping into a freezer.”

Good. A freezer was perfect.

My family was broke—if I married him, I could skip the AC bill in summer.

But someone like me, all pride and no follow-through, wasn’t about to chase him first.

Getting rejected would be humiliating.

Before I could figure out how to win him over with dignity, this cheat code popped into my head.

The instructions said whatever I posted as a comment would appear in front of Silas.

I gave it a shot.

[Silas has no idea his soulmate is sitting right there in class—sweet, gorgeous, graceful Yvette.]

That day, Silas looked at me for the first time.

Not with interest. More like confusion.

So I leaned into the cheat code and started brainwashing him.

[Silas still doesn’t know Yvette is his destined girl.]

[Her affection’s at seventy percent already. Why isn’t he making a move?]

I threw everything I had into misleading him.

His gaze kept landing on me—confused, probing, lost, doubtful—like I was some weird specimen he couldn’t figure out.

But he never once made the first move.

Not until last week.

Passing by an alley, I overheard a group of guys talking about him.

He’d been here two months and still had no real friends—nobody wanted to go from “classmate” to “that guy next to the heartthrob.”

They were trash-talking him. Calling him a total poser.

That actually made sense to me. I nodded in agreement and was about to keep walking when something uglier hit my ears.

“All he’s got is a pretty face, and all those silly girls act like he’s some kind of prize.”

“You know Millie from the class next door? I chased her for three days. She turned me down saying she wasn’t looking for a relationship. Next thing I know, I catch her practically drooling as she hands Silas a love letter.”

He spat on the ground.

“Good thing I didn’t drop a dime on her, or I’d look like a total joke. She puts on that sweet, shy act, but around Silas? She’d spread her legs before he even said a word.”

I knew Millie.

She was our class rep—quiet, unassuming.

Before I knew it, I had those scumbags rolling on the ground.

“Damn, another rabid Silas fan…”

I slapped the loudmouth twice more and yanked his hair back, narrowing my eyes.

“I recorded everything. Spread rumors like that again and you’re getting expelled, asshole.”

His face went white as he started apologizing. “Sorry, Yvette, didn’t realize it was you.”

“I was just running my mouth. I swear I’ll never talk shit about Silas again. Please let off. May you and Silas live happily ever after, madly in love…”

Did this guy even get the point?

I was about to smack him a few more times and make him apologize to Millie when I looked up and met Silas’s eyes as he walked past.

The sunset spilled soft gold light into the run-down alley. I pressed my lips together, let my hand drop, straightened up, and walked away.

A set of footsteps trailed behind me at a leisurely pace. Bored, I started firing off comments at Silas.

[So this is how the male and female leads first meet? So romantic.]

[Why’s he following her? Did he fall for her at first sight or something?]

[Go on, Silas, man up. Talk to her. That’s all it takes to break the ice.]

“Yu… Yvette.”

That was the first time I’d ever heard him say my name.

I bit back a smile and turned around.

The guy had his backpack slung over one shoulder, his face as expressionless as ever, eyes calm and unreadable.

“Thanks.”

With that, he walked off without looking back.

Huh. He could give lessons in playing cool.