Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 50 | Social Media Is A Dungeon And Everyone Is Aggroed On Me
We walked down the aisle to our spots at the back. Eyes followed us the entire way. Phones discreetly angled in our direction. I caught sight of a girl named Emma furiously typing something, then hitting send and immediately receiving three responses.
The social media machine was fully operational.
As we sat down, Cheon slipped through the door, taking her seat near the front. Her back was ramrod straight. Her hands folded neatly on her desk. The perfect student, except for the white-knuckled grip she had on her pen.
Mera leaned close to my ear. "What’s her problem?"
"No idea," I lied.
"Bullshit. She looked at you like you killed her dog."
"Later," I whispered.
Mera’s eyes narrowed, but she nodded once. Later.
Solana cleared her throat. "Now that we’re all here, I have an announcement. This Friday afternoon, Professor Reeves and I will be conducting Battle Trials for all first-year students."
The room erupted in excited murmurs.
"Settle down," Solana continued. "Teams will be determined by random draw on Friday morning. Three versus three format. You’ll be evaluated on strategy, technique, and effective use of your Essentia in combat conditions."
My stomach dropped. Random draw. Combat evaluation. Effective use of Essentia.
I was still officially registered as a Passive Null.
"This will be your first major assessment opportunity," Solana said. "A chance to improve your ranking before midterms." She looked directly at me. "Some of you need the points more than others."
The class laughed. Fifty-ninth out of sixty. The joke was obvious.
"Professor," Aurora raised her hand. "Will the battle trials be supervised?"
"Of course," Solana replied. "Professor Reeves and I will monitor from the observation room. Medical support will be on standby, but don’t think that means you can go all out. Permanent injuries will result in immediate disqualification and disciplinary action."
I pulled out my phone under the desk and checked the news. The villain incident from yesterday morning was still trending. Videos of Titan fighting the giant, then me stepping out of the car and doing... something. The footage was too distant and shaky to clearly show my eyes glowing purple, but the villain definitely collapsed under sudden pressure.
The comments section was a mess of speculation:
"Who’s the kid that helped Titan?"
"Anyone know what his ability is?"
"He’s wearing a Coastline uniform - first year?"
"@TitanOfficial says she’s recruiting him after graduation!"
And there it was, a verified post from Titan’s official account: "Shoutout to the Coastline student who had my back yesterday. See you at graduation, kid."
Twenty thousand likes. Five thousand reposts. The comments section was full of people trying to figure out who she meant.
It wouldn’t take long before someone connected the dots. The Angelo heir. The transfer student. The guy who showed up late to class yesterday. The one who was now trending for leaving a red-skinned girl’s dorm room early in the morning.
I was becoming visible. Fast.
Too fast.
I glanced at Mera, who was actually taking notes like a good student. Then at Cheon, whose back remained perfectly straight but whose pen was scratching into her notebook with enough force to tear the paper.
Then at Nolan, the original protagonist, chatting easily with Aurora. The guy I was supposed to replace. The pure love hero who was destined to win everything through hard work and earnest effort.
I’d slept with one girl, fingered another in a storage room, and publicly used abilities I wasn’t supposed to have. In two days.
Some replacement.
My phone buzzed with a notification. A direct message on Tweeter from an account called @ClassicFreshman:
"Heard you’re looking to get tested. I work intake at NEA. Can expedite your case. DM me."
I frowned. I hadn’t told anyone I was looking to get tested except Mera.
Another message appeared immediately:
"This isn’t a scam. Your father asked me to reach out. Look at my profile."
I checked the account. Verified. Profile said "NEA Senior Intake Specialist, Century City Branch." Bio included "Proud Angelo Corp medical tech partner."
Of course. Vito had connections everywhere. And he’d seen the news footage too.
"Mr. D’Angelo," Solana’s voice cut through my thoughts. "Since my lesson is clearly less interesting than your phone, perhaps you’d like to share with the class?"
I looked up. Every eye in the room was on me.
"Sorry, Professor," I said, sliding my phone into my pocket. "Just checking something for Friday."
"The battle trials?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"Worried about your performance?"
The class snickered. Ranked fifty-ninth with no registered ability, of course I was worried.
"Not at all," I said. "Just making sure I’m prepared."
Solana’s eyes narrowed. "Bold words from someone without a registered Essentia."
"About that," I said, leaning back until the chair creaked.
"I wouldn’t worry about the paperwork, Professor. The test results will act as my apology."
The room went completely silent.
"Is that so?" Solana leaned against her desk. "Care to elaborate?"
"Not really," I replied. "I’d rather let the test results speak for themselves."
More whispers. More phones angling in my direction.
"Well then," Solana said. "I look forward to seeing these test results. And to watching you in action on Friday." She turned back to the board. "Now, as I was saying before Mr. D’Angelo decided to share his medical plans with us..."
The lesson continued, but no one was really paying attention anymore. I could feel the eyes on me. The speculation. The rumors forming in real time.
Mera nudged me with her elbow. "NEA test?"
"Later," I whispered.
She nodded, but her tail flicked with irritation under the desk.
Cheon turned slightly in her seat, just enough to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were cold, calculating. She’d heard everything.
Getting retested. Not a Null. Implying I had an ability after all.
After what happened in the storage room.
After what I did to her.
I met her gaze steadily until she turned back around.
This was getting complicated. Fast.
Battle trials on Friday. NEA testing before then. A confused class rep who’d felt my ability firsthand. A demon girl marked up and proud of it, holding my hand in public. Social media exploding with speculation about who I was and what I could do.
And somewhere in all this mess, I had to maintain my ranking, keep my inheritance, and replace the protagonist of a story I’d barely read.
All while trying not to get caught using abilities I wasn’t supposed to have.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling.
What a mess.
But at least I had Mera.
My gaze drifted to her profile as she wrote notes. Red skin. Black hair. Yellow eyes. Little horns. A body that could make a saint consider damnation.
And a mind sharp enough to cut through all my bullshit.
Yeah. At least I had Mera.
