Alpha Rejected the Tomboy. Now, She’s Gone. Chapter 06

Alpha Rejected the Tomboy. Now, She’s Gone. Chapter 06

Even though none of these incidents were new 

secrets, laying them bare in front of everyone still 

tore me open. 

“During the second semester of freshman year, 

Courtney cornered me in the girls‘ restroom with 

four other girls. She slapped me six times until 

blood trickled from my mouth, screaming that I 

was an unwanted stray.” 

“During the first semester of sophomore year, she 

dumped my backpack in the trash and cut my 

uniform to shreds with scissors. She turned every female classmate against me. I was left 

completely alone for every group project, every school activity.” 

“One month before the SATS, she tore out my diary 

pages, plastered them all over the lockers for the 

entire school to see, and mocked me for trying to steal someone else’s boyfriend.” 

I scanned my classmates. 

Some hung their heads. Others turned their eyes 

away. 

“You all knew what was happening. And none of 

you stopped it, because most of you joined in.” 

My voice stayed calm, yet Adam’s breathing grew 

heavier and more ragged by the second. 

Of course he knew parts of it. 

I’d come back with a bleeding mouth that day in 

freshman year, and when he’d asked who’d hurt 

me, I’d stayed silent. 

Two days later, he’d found out the truth on his 

own. 

Right in front of the whole class, he’d grabbed 

Courtney by the hair and slapped her six times, 

matching every blow she’d given me. 

Her cries had echoed down the entire hallway that 

day. 

Both of them received official school disciplinary 

notices. 

Adam had always protected me in the most reckless, unapologetic, self–sacrificing ways. 

After that, Courtney toned down her public 

bullying. 

She stopped hurting me openly, but she found 

crueler alternatives. She isolated me, spread 

vicious rumors, and constantly reported me to 

teachers. 

Adam had never known any of it. 

Tears spilled over despite my best efforts to hold 

them back. 

“Adam, you’ve hit her before. You know exactly what kind of person she is. And still, you chose 

her.” 

Adam’s eyes turned red. 

He whipped toward Courtney, voice sharp and 

shaken, “Courtney, you promised you’d never 

bother Jamie again!” 

Terrified, Courtney stumbled backward and fell 

onto the floor. 

She grabbed tightly onto his sleeve, begging through broken sobs, “I’m sorry, Adam, I messed 

1. up. I’ll never do it again, I swear…” 

Adam ripped his arm free of her grip. He turned to me, his gaze flooded with overwhelming guilt. 

“Jamie, I had no idea. I thought…” 

I stepped forward to stand in front of Courtney, my 

tone ice cold. 

“Courtney, a bet is a bet. It’s time you kept your 

end of the deal.” 

Courtney burst into even louder, more desperate 

tears. 

She apologized repeatedly, begging me to spare her, refusing to shave her head. 

Without hesitation, Adam pulled her to her feet 

and dragged her straight to the neighborhood 

barbershop. 

Curious classmates followed closely behind, 

pulling out their phones to film every second of 

Courtney’s punishment. 

Courtney trembled violently as strand after strand 

of her hair fell to the floor. 

The friends who’d once clung to her side now 

filmed her humiliation without mercy, posting the clips across every social group chat. 

By the end of the cut, Courtney could barely sit 

upright in the barber’s chair. 

Someone shouted from the crowd, “Kneel! You 

still have to kneel and apologize!” 

“Keep your word! Don’t be a sore loser!” 

Eyes red and swollen, Courtney stood shakily, dropped to her knees with a heavy thud, and bowed her head three times in apology. 

Phone flashes flickered nonstop, capturing every humiliating moment for the whole school to see. 

I watched the scene unfold without an ounce of 

sympathy in my heart. 

If I had lost today, would she have shown me 

mercy? 

Never. 

She would have made me kneel in front of 

everyone, livestreamed my shame, and spread 

photos of my shaved head across every platform 

to mock me endlessly. 

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and turned 

to leave. 

Adam called after me urgently, “Jamie! Stop! I 

need to talk to you!” 

I paused and glanced back. 

“Adam, we’re done. Don’t look for me again. Don’t 

ever meet me again.” 

Adam chased after me as fast as he could, but he 

couldn’t catch up. 

I boarded the public bus. 

The vehicle drove past him, cutting straight 

through the space between us. 

Just like our future–completely separated, never 

to intersect again.