Aiden scanned the thread with a bored, almost bemused expression.
See? Three different girls brought this guy breakfast on the same day - same morning, three photos, three smiles. One of them even handed him an iPhone 16. The post read like a crime scene report.
"He's not just a jerk," the poster wrote. "He's a serial opportunist. Aiden James is playing girls like they're props. How many more breakfasts, how many more phones, until someone realizes what he really is?"
The keyboard-warrior prose got more theatrical:
Young, pretty, trusting - all of them misled by this wolf in a campus hoodie. How many times will our kindness be exploited? This man shows up with charm and leaves with hearts. Enough. I call on every girl at River State to stop feeding this scam. Expose him. Boycott him. Justice delayed is not justice denied.
- KeyWarrior97
Aiden blinked. He had the screenshots pulled up in a row: three grainy photos, each cropped and captioned to look incriminating.
The comments blew up in the exact tone you'd expect.
"Scum. Absolutely scum."
"I knew something felt off about him."
"That iPhone? He doesn't deserve it."
"Why are the good people always the ones who get played?"
The thread churned and churned. The same handful of hot takes repeated: shock, moral outrage, performative purity. Aiden skimmed them and sighed. He'd never worried much about his online image - people always had an opinion, and most of them were loud whether they knew the facts or not.
Still, KeyWarrior97 had a way with words. The post was dramatic and well-written - the sort of righteous rant that goes viral on a school forum overnight. It drew likes, shares, and an army of copycat replies.
"You deserve this, Aiden!" one commenter wrote. "You get what you give!"
"Is it true he's got three girls? Anyone got receipts?" another asked.
Across campus, in Dorm 709, a freshman with black-rimmed glasses grinned as he refreshed the thread. His fingers flew over the keys.
"This is perfect," he muttered. "Zoe Quinn brought him breakfast? He'll be torn apart. I am KeyWarrior97. I speak for justice."
Aiden closed the browser and let out a slow breath. It was ridiculous, unfair, and predictably human - people loved to pick a villain.
If this is what being called "scum" got him, well - he thought wryly - at least it sounded dramatic. Better a notorious rogue than a forgotten simp, he told himself, half-joking.
But the post wasn't going away. The campus had noticed. And suddenly, a small rumor had the potential to become the story that followed him through the rest of the week.