This Time, She Gets Nothing
On the very first day of college, I became Kingsley University's infamous jerk magnet.
It didn't matter whether it was the polished upperclassman everyone adored or the rebellious campus bad boy; any guy who went on even one date with me would dump me the very next day for my roommate, Lucinda Lane.
Lucinda quickly became the untouchable dream girl every elite guy was obsessed with, effortlessly managing her ever-growing roster of admirers.
She'd hand me another carefully curated list of perfect dating prospects every single day.
"Girl, don't be afraid of getting hurt. There's always a better one waiting. You have to be brave enough to chase true love."
I believed her.
So, I kept going after the next guy. This time, I had gotten a sweet younger student with puppy-dog charm.
Then, he dumped me, too.
For Lucinda.
Just when I was at my lowest, a stream of floating comments suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
"The heroine is incredible. She's stolen so many men already! I've hated that evil supporting girl forever. Why does some country bumpkin get to have all these guys falling for her?"
"I wish I had the heroine's Affection Transfer System. That way, my ex wouldn't have been stolen by that woman."
"I can't wait to see what the next male lead is like. I'm literally just sitting here and waiting for her to steal another man."
That was when it finally clicked.
I'd been working unpaid as stocking labor for her dating pool this whole time.