Confession Wall Chapter 1

A pair of lace panties, sealed inside an envelope, was pinned to the university's anonymous confession page.

The poster was the star varsity basketball player, the undisputed campus heartthrob.

The caption read:

【No, thanks. Not interested.】

The comment section exploded in seconds.

【Which desperate slut thought sending panties was a good way to hook up? I can smell the desperation from here.】

【She thought she could slide into the ice king's DMs and got absolutely wrecked.】

I was scrolling through the drama, thoroughly entertained, until one comment made my heart stop.

【Faye Mercer from the sophomore Environmental Science department, are you really this pathetic? Do you have to throw yourself at literally every guy on campus?】

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Before I could even process it, the replies began piling up.

【No way, I got a pair too. Haha.】

【Standard procedure. That girl is basically the campus bicycle. A hookup for a pair of panties.】

【Bold move going after the varsity captain though. Too bad she’s so dirty he wouldn't even look at her.】

Within thirty seconds, the comment section was overflowing with filth.

I zoomed in on the picture.

The lace panties looked identical to the pair I had lost a few days ago.

I scrolled through the thread with a tight frown, my stomach turning.

Quickly, I took screenshots of every single photo and comment.

The sheer, toxic misogyny in the comments made me want to throw up.

Just then, the dorm door swung open, and my two roommates walked in.

Rebecca, whose bunk was next to mine, rushed over. "Faye, did you see the confession page? You..."

She looked at me with deep suspicion. "It isn't really you, is it?"

Paige glanced at me, then pulled Rebecca away with a soft cough. "Rebecca, go wash your hands and change first. You don't know what kind of nasty germs you get from hanging around loose girls."

Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

She pinched her nose and took a step back.

Rebecca's face turned pale.

They both looked at me as if I were carrying some flesh-eating virus.

"Say that again," I said, slamming my hand onto the desk as I stood up. "Who the hell are you calling loose?!"

Paige pushed her glasses up her nose, her expression twisting into a sneer. "Who else? You're the only Faye Mercer in the sophomore Environmental Science department. Sleeping around this much makes you a whore, doesn't it?"

Smack.

I slapped her glasses right off her face.

Before Paige could even register the shock, I used my height advantage to grab her by her ponytail.

I dragged her toward the bathroom.

Lock the door. Turn on the faucet.

"Glug... you... let go...!"

I slammed her face-first into the sink. The basin was filled with dirty, soapy water from this morning that hadn't been drained yet.

Paige thrashed wildly, her limbs flailing like a stranded octopus.

Only when she was on the verge of suffocating did I finally let go.

She collapsed onto the wet tile floor, completely drenched, shivering with rage and terror. "You psycho! I'm going to the department head! I'm telling the dean!"

I let out a cold chuckle.

I leaned down, whispering right in her ear, "Don't you know the law protects the mentally unstable? Even if I killed you, I wouldn't go to prison. The school would probably just try to keep me quiet."

Paige's pupils shrunk to tiny pinpricks.

With a terrified shriek, she shoved me away, scrambled to her feet, and bolted out the door.

Rebecca, having witnessed the whole thing, looked just as pale as Paige.

She stood frozen, her face shifting between green and white.

A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the dorm.

Then, the door clicked open again, and Sienna walked in.

She set her bag down and immediately handed me a warm cup of milk tea.

"Drink up. It'll help with the cramps."

The anger boiling inside me instantly softened.

Sienna actually remembered my period.

She gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "I saw the confession page. Don't let it get to you. Has the advisor called you in yet?"

I shook my head. "No. But I'm going to the police."

Her posture stiffened for a fraction of a second. "The police? Isn't that a bit too extreme?"

I frowned, finding her reaction odd. "Using the law to protect myself is basic common sense, isn't it?"

Sienna tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and forced a smile. "Faye, you don't get it. In cases like this, the girl always ends up losing. The bigger the scene you make, the worse your reputation gets."

She paused. "Besides, aren't you trying to get into the direct-admit grad program?"

Sienna's words echoed in my mind all night, keeping me tossing and turning.

As I lay awake, a faint rustling sound crept up from the desk beneath my bunk.