After My College Bully Became My Lover

During orientation week, I found myself feeling isolated. The only person who actively tried to befriend me was Juliana Webb.

She'd often say, "Kate, you're way too reserved. You should hang out with me more!"

I thought she was helping me fit in, so when she convinced me to wear a crop top to a social event, I went along with it. At the orientation performance, she urged me to dance provocatively, saying it would catch the guys' attention. She even encouraged me to indulge in rich foods, claiming that the more I indulged, the luckier I’d get.

I became the laughingstock of the college, while she was celebrated as the most stunning beauty in years. She went further, accusing me of using unauthorized electronics just when I was applying for a scholarship to cover my medical expenses, causing me to lose the funds needed for surgery.

Before I died, I overheard her outside my hospital room mocking me with others. "She couldn’t keep her mouth shut. She deserved to eat herself to death!"

And then, miraculously, I opened my eyes and found myself back on the first day of orientation.

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"Kate, you should hang out with us more and get involved," Juliana told me, posing as the only girl in class who wanted to be my friend. I considered her my best friend.

"Come on, perform something for everyone. Let them all see you!"

She nudged me to the center of the group, and before I knew it, the host was announcing, "This student has volunteered to perform. Let's give her a round of applause!"

I was frozen, like a deer caught in headlights.

"Uh... how about I sing a song for everyone?" I suggested nervously.

"No way! Everyone loves a dance. Do something provocative to catch the guys' attention!" Juliana shouted, rallying the classmates to join in.

In my past life, she used this tactic to force me into dancing awkwardly in front of everyone. Uncoordinated, I performed miserably, and the story of my terrible dancing spread all over campus.

Humiliated, I retreated to my seat, only for Juliana to thrust a piece of spiced honey cake into my hand while abstaining herself.

"Don’t be upset. Here, have something sweet to cheer you up," she pretended to comfort me. "See, now everyone is talking about you, especially Micah Jones, who watched you a few times. This is great!"

I was mortified, but I ate the dessert, making her angry on the spot. "This is an expensive treat I didn’t even indulge in myself. I thought since you come from a small town, you wouldn’t have had something this nice, so I bought it for you!"

Her voice was intentionally loud enough for those nearby to hear. Suddenly, everyone looked at me with judging eyes, silently accusing me of being ungrateful when someone was just being kind.

Reluctantly, I finished the cake she bought me. This became her tactic, pushing me to consume all kinds of food, leading