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This wasn’t the type of person I was, but they forced my hand. Everything I had worked for was ruined.
Moving in the middle of the school year was frustrating beyond belief, and with all the traumatic events that happened to me, I was unable to focus. I couldn’t enroll in my new school right away. It took weeks. My grades plummeted when I started. They’re still abysmal. I’m still trying to recover them to salvage what remains of my future.
I hope Eddy and Heather realize the damage they did to me—they betrayed me. Heather was right about one thing: exacting revenge on those who wrong you does give you a sort of internal peace—at least for a little while, anyway.
Eddy, on the other hand, completely destroyed me. I truly thought he was one of the good ones. He shattered my heart into a thousand pieces.
CHAPTER 26
JACOB
After I heard Indira’s voice message, I was shocked, to say the least. It was like a bug-like alien had jumped out from a space portal to beat me with a twenty-seven-inch spiked sword—yeah—that’s how confused I was.
I couldn’t believe that Eddy was even remotely capable of doing something like that to Indira or to any girl. I figured the only way it got to that point was because he hung around those other arrogant douchebags on the basketball team. It must’ve had a toxic, residual effect on him—it was the only thing that made sense to me. You are who you hang out with, or whatever—I would know—I was the expert on douchebaggery.
Once I spoke with Heather, I wanted to prove to her that I did feel genuinely bad for what I did. So, I exposed myself. I sat in my room, flipped my phone’s camera to face me, and touched record.
“Hey, guys, it’s me, Jacob Boruta. I kind of have an overdue announcement to make. I’m the one who leaked Heather’s nudes all over social media, and I tried to pay her to have sex with me.
“Eddy had nothing to do with that. He was being framed, but it was all me. I know that was super pathetic, disgusting, and horrible. I was a bad person, and I’m sorry. I was being a perverted, creepy asshole, and I’m…just sorry to all the other girls I’ve disrespected. Heather, Vivian, Luna, Angelica, Erica… You gals didn’t deserve what I did—I know that now—and I know it sounds crazy, but I’m trying to change.
“If you don’t believe me, I’m supposed to go to Bright Rock on a full scholarship, so I’m putting everything on the line with this confession.”
I ended the video and posted it on a burner account I made. I put my future and what was left of my reputation on the line.
The main reason I realized I needed to change was due to my Ivy League aspirations being in danger of being swept away. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t want to pretend to be a better person—I wanted to be a better person. If that meant my plans to go to Bright Rock went out the window for a while, I was prepared to face those consequences.
The way I saw it, if I were the same person going to Bright Rock, all this bullshit would’ve happened all over again. I didn’t doubt that in the slightest.
Once I posted it, it didn’t take long for nearly everyone in the school to see it. The admissions team at Bright Rock stopped returning my emails. Oh, well. I knew that was coming.
Most of the comments were great. However, I had multiple users calling me a “serial rapist,” a “cucklord,” and a “demented bastard.” It was fine. I knew that was going to happen at some point. I just had to weather the storm of sheer negativity and atrociously toxic comments.
Afterwards, I needed to speak with Carlos, alone. I asked him to meet up with me at Central Lake Plaza. I sat down on a bench outside and waited for him.
When I spotted him, his arms were crossed, and he had a scowl on his face. He tightly held a shopping bag fromGameRocksas he walked over to me.
“Hey, man. You wanna sit down?” I asked.
“No, not really. I only agreed to come here because I wanted to get an add-on for Worldly Wizard Quest,” Carlos said reluctantly.
“You could’ve bought it online,” I suggested.
“Whatever, bro. What do you want?” Carlos scoffed.
“You seem angry,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, I saw that little feminist apology video you posted. What the hell was that about? Are you an influencer now?” Carlos asked with an irritated look on his face.
“It’s something I had to do, Carlos. I told you I wanted to end this, and I did. Which brings me to why I asked you here. I apologized to Heather in person for everything I’ve done to her. We talked at school,” I explained.
“Dude, there’s no way. You’re lying. She’s suspended. How did she get in there?” Carlos asked, quite surprised.
“I asked Newman for a favor.”
“Jacob, I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you.”
“I’m done being an asshole. That’s what has gotten into me.”
