The Girl in the Hoodie is Mine

Ella’s POV:

Okay, Ella, you’ve got this. Just don’t look at Jason. He’s a pumpkin—visualize him like a pumpkin. A pumpkin with stupid hands and legs. Yes, that’s it. He’s just a damn pumpkin. Oh boy, I hope this works.

I’m walking through the halls, doing my best to avoid any eye contact when a random guy steps in front of me. "Hey, hoodie girl, how much for one second?" His voice is dripping with sleaze, his innuendo impossible to miss.

What? Did I just hear that right?

Before I can even process it, another voice cuts in, this time from a guy I recognize vaguely from the soccer team. "Come on, if you can fuck those old guys in the administration department, surely you can give us some?"

Wait. What the actual hell is happening?

"Go fuck yourselves," I snap, pulling my hoodie lower over my face and trying to speed up my steps toward my first class. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can feel the burn of humiliation creeping up my neck.

"Slut," one of the girls I pass by fake-coughs under her breath, her little group giggling behind their hands.

Calm down, Ella. This is nothing, I tell myself, but my hands are trembling. It’s just stupid rumors, cruel people with too much time on their hands. I’ve survived worse. I’ll survive this.

But deep down, I can’t shake the growing pit in my stomach. How much worse is this going to get?

I’m this close to losing it. Trust me, Mad Ella is a whole different beast. And I learned from the best—my dad. One more stupid word from any of these lowlife fools, and they’ll be sorry. I can feel my blood boiling, my fists clenching at my sides, every nerve in my body ready to explode.

But then... what the actual fuck?

My eyes land on a flyer, plastered to the wall right in front of me. My face, surrounded by a group of people from the administration department. The title reads "Sucker of Cocks."

My brain short-circuits for a second, freezing in disbelief. Who. Dared.

The flyer goes on, detailing some bullshit story about how I slept my way into the school. That I offered myself up to get admitted. My body shakes with rage.

What the hell were they even saying?! Some fucker needs to get their facts straight. I got in because of my grades, because I worked my ass off, and I paid the full year’s fees upfront. But no, instead of recognizing that, they’re spreading this crap?

The anger rushes back, stronger than before. Whoever is behind this is going to regret it.

I slip my earbuds in and crank up the volume until the music drowns out everything. This has officially become the worst day I’ve faced so far. But if I survive this, then I’m one hell of a bitch, right? There’s no turning back now. Going off to cry in some corner would only prove these idiots right. I have to press forward, and when I find the bastard behind this vicious rumor, they won’t get away unscathed.

Flyers—those disgusting flyers—are plastered everywhere. Every hallway, every corner. People smirk at me as I walk past, whispering with cruel delight. But I can’t hear them, and that’s the point. If I can’t hear it, it doesn’t hurt. I keep moving to the beat of the music, letting it shield me from their wicked words.

I have this sneaking suspicion it’s Jason. That son of a bitch. To think I barely slept last night because my mind was racing with thoughts about his hands... his touch. Pumpkin, Ella. He’s just a fucking pumpkin. And now, apparently, a jerk and an asshole too, for spreading this shit about me. He will pay for this, even if it means I have to tap into some old connections to make him regret ever crossing me.

By the time I reach class, none of the three idiots—Jason, Max, or Dylan—are there yet. Good. I need time to gather myself, watch them when they finally show up. Especially that bastard Jason.

But of course, my desk is covered in doodles. Cocks, all over. How original. I swipe the sleeve of my hoodie across the mess and wipe it off. Then I throw my legs up on the desk, lean back in my chair, and close my eyes. If they think they can break me, they’re dead wrong. This is only the beginning.

Jason POV:

What the hell is this?

I curse under my breath when I scroll through the school webpage and see the latest "trend." Flyers. Everywhere. Ella. Her name, her face, plastered across half the damn campus. The accusation is brutal—claiming she slept her way into school. I can feel my blood starting to boil, and I’m not even sure why. I clench my fists. I know I said I’d ruin her. That was the plan, right? To put her in her place? But this? This is not what I wanted.

I know I said I’d ruin her, but this? I never... This wasn’t me.

I wouldn’t... I didn’t. I had the secret, sure. The dirt that could’ve ruined her. I wanted to keep her on her toes, maybe humiliate her a little. But this? This is ugly, malicious.

Sure, I was pissed. Still am. But I’d never go this far. Humiliating her, yeah, I could do that, but not like this. This is... cruel. I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt, not that I’d admit it.

I scroll through the post again, every one of them nastier than the last, the accusations that she slept her way into the school, that she’s a "sucker of cocks." My stomach churns. I know I’ve been a bastard. I’ve played games, messed with her head—but this? I didn’t do this. These idiots don’t even know what the hell they’re talking about. I wanted to make her pay, yeah, but not this way.

But damn it, why do I even care? Why does it bother me that people are eating this shit up? You wanted her broken, didn’t you?

I shake my head, trying to clear the confusion. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. Ruining her was one thing, but not like this. I wouldn’t go this far. Not like this...

Fuck, this is going to get out of hand real fast. And despite my best efforts to ignore that nagging feeling in my gut, I know deep down I need to figure out who’s behind this. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Ella, it’s that she doesn’t back down easily. And whoever did this? They just started a war. God I hope she doesn’t think it’s me, after all I was the one who had started the earlier rumor.

Amber POV:

I knew this would blow up, but damn—this is next level. I can’t help but smile, feeling that rush of satisfaction hit me. I mean, come on, I’m a genius, right? This little stunt will remind everyone who’s really in charge here.

And Jason? Oh, he’s going to love me for this. I practically gift-wrapped the downfall of that stupid bitch for him. Ella? That cockroach didn’t stand a chance. Now, she’s probably hiding somewhere, crying her pathetic eyes out. Good. She should’ve known better than to mess with me.

Nobody will dare cross me after this. Nobody. It’s a reminder to the whole school—I’m the queen, and you don’t step out of line. I can just picture the look on Ella’s face when she saw those flyers. The whispers, the stares—it’s perfect. I’ve crushed her without even lifting a finger.

Now, where’s Jason? I can’t wait to tell him how I handled that little nuisance. He’ll see how I’ve taken care of things for him. He’ll finally appreciate the lengths I’ll go to for him—how I get things done. It’s only a matter of time before he realizes I’m the one he should’ve been focused on all along.

And when he does? Ella will be nothing but a forgotten joke. Just like I planned.

And if this isn’t enough to bring her down completely, I’ve got another card to play. I can get her expelled. Yeah, you heard me—expelled. All it takes is the right push in the right places. I’ve been watching, keeping my ear to the ground, and trust me, this school isn’t as hard to manipulate as people think.

A little word here, a planted rumor there, and suddenly, the administration starts asking questions. Questions Ella won’t have answers for. She’s already on thin ice with all this "sleeping her way in" nonsense—whether it’s true or not, it’s got people talking. And talking leads to suspicion.

The moment they dig deeper, she’s finished. Gone. And I’ll be there to watch her pack her bags and crawl back to whatever hole she came from. It’s almost too easy. One wrong step from her, one more little mistake, and it’ll all come crashing down. I can already see the look on her face—the defeat, the humiliation.

This is what happens when you mess with Amber. You get crushed. And I won’t stop until Ella is nothing but a bad memory. Jason will see that, too. He’ll realize just how much better off he is with me.

It’s only a matter of time.