The Name That Lit Her Screen

Juliet's wild accusation actually made me laugh.

"Juliet, did repeating the year mess with your head? Why would I waste time stirring up your mess?"

She was momentarily speechless, then came back at me, all high and mighty, "Then post a statement, clear things up online! Say we broke up amicably a while ago.

"I chose to repeat the year, and it's got nothing to do with Brian! He's been dragged through the mud by everyone online, and he's been crying all day!"

Hearing her go all soft about Brian, my smile turned ice-cold.

"Why should I clear anything up? We were done because you cheated with another guy, and you're repeating the year for him, too.

"Juliet, I'm not obligated to clean up your mess or deal with the fallout from you and your childhood crush.

"As far as I'm concerned, we were over the second we split. I don't owe you anything."

"You–"

I did not let her finish. I hung up and blocked her number, no looking back.

A few days later, a post on Jameston University's campus forum shot to the top of the trending list.

[Exposing New Kid Samuel: The So-Called Golden Boy, Just a Spoiled Brat with Power!]

The post painted a picture of me as a rich kid with a serious control issue and a mind full of schemes.

It claimed I had been crushing on Juliet, the girl with brains and heart, since we were kids, and I used my family's clout to make her date me.

However, it was she and her childhood friend Brian who were the real deal, totally smitten with each other, until I came along and split them up like some heartless villain.

The post went on to say that after Juliet got into Jameston University, she tried to dump me and go back to Brian.

However, I played the drama card, threatening to end it all, and even said I would get the Lawson family to take down the Spencers if she left me, so she had no choice but to stick it out.

The kicker? The post said Juliet was not repeating her school year for love; she was 'trying to break free' from my evil grip, making a bold stand.

Then there were the photos, all doctored up.

One showed me giving Brian the evil eye, which everyone read as pure jealousy.

Another had Juliet looking all frustrated while talking to me, which everyone took as her just putting up with me.

Then there was the one with Brian looking all sad, with Juliet comforting him, hailed as the ultimate lovebirds.

Just like that, public opinion did a total 180.

People who had felt sorry for me and had been trashing Juliet and Brian just days before suddenly had a change of heart, turning their attacks on me.

[Whoa, so that's the real story! No wonder the genius girl seemed off; she was being pushed around!]

[Samuel is just gross! Do you think being rich makes you cool? Ever heard that forcing things won't make them good?]

[My heart went out to Brian and Juliet. It was like watching a modern-day tyrant picking on the little guy.]

[Samuel, get out of Jameston University! We don't need someone as toxic as you at our school!]

The messages were a stream of filth and insults that no one should ever have to read.

Before I knew it, my personal details, including my phone and dorm room number, were all over the Internet.

My phone was blowing up with hateful texts from strangers and persistent prank calls.

Some guy even showed up outside my dorm, yelling up at my window, "Samuel! You lowlife! Come out and face us!"

"Big shot bully! You've got no shame!"

My roommate was so mad he was about to storm down there and give them a piece of his mind, but I held him back.

"Don't bother; they're too worked up. You won't get through to them."

He was pacing around, desperate, "Samuel, what are we gonna do? How can they just throw insults at you without knowing the whole story?"

I watched the angry mob from my window, strangely calm, almost amused.

That had Brian's fingerprints all over it.

Juliet must have twisted our story into something ugly to give him ammo against me.

They thought they could smear my name with their dirty tricks and come out looking like angels.

They could not be more wrong.