Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 119

Chapter 119 – Viral on Two Planets

Miexha’s Point of View

Rule two:
Be Jayson’s official girlfriend, even at school.

But tell me—where the heck is that so-called boyfriend now?

Oh.
I see him.

Right there.

Carrying Ofreigha’s books like a loyal butler.
Holding her iced coffee like his life depended on it.

And by lunchtime?
Sitting with her. Right smack in the middle of our school’s unofficial Royal Court:
Ofreigha, Jayson, Asha, and her boyfriend—Zatariel.

A.K.A. my ex-crush.
A.K.A. the reason my heart sometimes forgets how to beat.

Meanwhile?
Me?

Alone at my table.
Murdering my fried chicken with a plastic fork like it committed war crimes.

I stabbed it. Twice.
Okay, five times.

It’s not like I’m mad or anything.

But watching Ofreigha casually hold Zatariel’s hand under the table like it’s nothing...
Watching her laugh, flipping her hair, just owning the entire cafeteria like she was born wearing a tiara—

I groaned. Out loud.

Then I smirked.

Revenge.
Not bitter, ex-level revenge.
Something better.
Petty.
Sparkly.
Lipstick-coated revenge.

I stood up.

Picked up my tray.

And marched straight toward their table.

In front of everyone.
With all the flair of a telenovela villain with nothing left to lose.

I dropped my tray, leaned down, and—without blinking—I hugged Jayson from behind.
My voice, sweet and dangerous, right in his ear:

“Dear boyfriend,” I purred,
“can I sit beside you? Or should I just sit on your lap?”

Jayson groaned.

Not the annoyed kind.
The ‘what is happening, I might black out’ kind.

I wish I could’ve seen his face.

Asha dropped her spoon.
I turned and smiled sweetly at her.

Ofreigha? Mid-bite. Frozen.
Like someone paused her Netflix scene.

Spoon. Still in hand. Hovering in front of Zatariel’s mouth.

Zatariel blinked.
Then again.
Then stood up like he just remembered he had a dentist appointment.

“I—I’m going to the bathroom,” he said.

Classic.

Jayson scooted over wordlessly, patting the space beside him.

I sat.

Gracefully. Like a smug Disney villainess.

His neck? Red.
His ears? Red.
His whole face? Tomato emoji.

And then—the cafeteria erupted.

Someone actually yelled,

“Stop being delusional! He’d never date you!”

Ouch.
But thank you for the unsolicited narrator voice, jealous troll.

Asha leaned in, whisper-hissing,