My High School Nerd Rival - Chapter 98

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Episode 98
[Petition: On Measures to Restrict Cross-Gender Room Entry]
In the end, she wrote it.
The contents were as follows.
[Romance among high school students is an entirely natural and healthy part of their development.
It is only courteous to other students that romantic exchanges occur in relatively quiet spaces.
Compared to displays of affection in public areas where other students freely walk about, having a dedicated space is far more wholesome.
There is also value in the learning process of seeking understanding from one’s roommate and reaching an agreement.
Of course, this does not mean we actively encourage the practice of entering one another’s rooms.]
“……What in God’s name is this nonsense.”
Ivy lifted her hands from the keyboard and briefly held her head in her hands.
So, this was…….
As Class Representative, merely conveying student opinion to the school.
After actually looking into it, most opinion in Third Dormitory wasn’t favorable anyway.
Ivy’s own views had nothing whatsoever to do with this. Really.

Suddenly Mia’s voice echoed in her ears again.
“I’m telling you we don’t do that!”
To begin with, Cyrus had never even touched Ivy’s cheek.
At the science museum landing, when their hands had seemed to draw close, hadn’t he simply turned away?
Not that it mattered either way, but then what exactly was supposedly possible with someone like that?
Ivy found herself huffing indignantly.
“……Ugh.”
From her confusion, she glanced over at Joy’s empty bed.
Her close friend’s presence was always missed, but right now it felt desperately necessary.
It would have been so much better if they could have written this together.
“Can’t be helped.”
Ivy turned her hands back to the keyboard.
[However, we respectfully request reconsideration of the clause regarding parental notification, as it risks infringing upon students’ autonomous self-management.]
And she completed a sentence she herself didn’t quite understand.
Ivy immediately sent the petition draft to Mia, and a reply soon arrived bursting with emojis.
[You’re the best ⭐️Class Rep⭐️! Love you!❤️👍]
[I’ll submit it like this. So you keep your promise too.]
A promise.
That was the direct cause of why Ivy had ended up writing this despicable petition.
Third Dormitory’s queen, Mia, had made this bargain.

Not forgetting that promise, a reply arrived promptly.
[Don’t worry, Class Rep❤️
📌 Out by 9 PM
📌 Take out the trash
Right?😉]
And then a message came right after.
[You know how it is. I’m your ⭐️princess⭐️ around here. Everyone listens to what I say, so don’t worry😉]
……She still hadn’t escaped the lingering glow of the Princess Search Vote.
Ivy sent a reply.
[Got it, Your Highness. Count on you.]
The response was a crown emoji.
* * *
After submitting the petition, Ivy fled the Faculty Office with a face completely flushed.
The bewildered expression on the teacher’s face when she’d handed in a petition grandly declaring “Please don’t contact our parents about romance in the dorm rooms.”
‘……I’m never doing Class Rep again, seriously.’
Ivy also sent a message to Thomas, the Class Representative of First Dormitory.
[The pool will be quiet from now on. Promise.]
And she informed him that the noise problem he’d raised had been cleanly resolved.
Back in the dormitory, Ivy simply flopped face-down onto her bed.
The Third Dormitory Anonymous Bulletin Board was buzzing with warm sentiment: “The Class Rep filed a petition!”, “Love the Class Rep!” and similar posts.
And Thomas, though he hadn’t given a particular response, surely couldn’t stay angry at Ivy anymore.
From tonight on, the pool would be silent as the grave, and kept clean without a trace of trash.
It was all done.
She finally felt like she could rest easy.
Just past 9 o’clock.
Back from the Library, Ivy was cramming chemical reaction formulas before she even changed out of her school uniform—material she already knew perfectly well, but there was no harm in keeping her focus sharp.
The exam was approaching again, and this time she had to beat Cyrus.
She didn’t want to end the entire year still losing to him.
As she turned the pages with all that momentum,
her phone vibrated briefly.
What was that?
A message had arrived.
[It’s loud.]
What? She checked the sender—it was Thomas.
The time was 9:10 PM.
If he was saying it was loud at this hour…….
Ivy sprang from her seat and opened the window.
Along with the hot summer breeze came the sound of music, and laughter and cheering as well.
From the pool.
“What?”
Ivy immediately called Mia, but she didn’t answer. She tried again right away, but nothing changed.
What on earth was this?
Staring at the phone ringing with no response, Ivy changed her mind and called someone else.
—Oh, Class Rep!
Logan.
Loud music blared in the background of his voice, making it clear he was at the pool.
Well, he wasn’t the type to miss a party like that anyway.
“Logan, put Mia on.”
—What?
“Mia! Put Mia on!”
Ivy raised her voice with emphasis on each syllable.
—Mia?
“Yeah, didn’t she say we should all go back at nine?”
—What?
“Mia—nine PM—go back—did she say that or not?!”
—Mia’s in the water right now!
A throbbing pain began spreading across Ivy’s temples.
“……Turn the music off right now. Everyone get back to the dorm.”
—What?
“Turn off the music!”
—You’re coming?
This is insane, like she’d actually go!
Yet Logan suddenly shouted to everyone around him.
—Hey! The Class Rep’s coming!
And cheering erupted from the other end of the line.
—Underwood, get over here!
—Is the Class Rep actually coming?
Logan tried to get everyone to quiet down, then spoke again.
—Yeah, hurry up. I’ll keep Mia here, so get over here and tell her yourself.
And then the call cut off abruptly.
“……Like I’m actually going.”
Ivy irritably shut the window.
If the pool noise continued until 10 PM, the teachers would surely show up. And everyone would get chewed out.
There was no need for Ivy to rush in…….
Buzz. Her phone rang.
[Didn’t you promise it would be quiet?]
……Wish I hadn’t made that promise.
Ivy immediately took off running, her school uniform shirt flying behind her.
* * *
Logan was sprawled across a sun lounger at the pool’s edge.
With one earbud out, he tapped his phone. He’d just finished the call with Ivy.
[Quinton]
He sent a message to his roommate right away. Quick to read, but absolutely stubborn about not replying—an annoying but endearing type.
But Logan knew the magic word that would make this taciturn roommate respond in a second.
Or maybe the word that could summon him here in a second.
[Class Rep’s at the pool. Now.]
Send.
Sure enough, a reply came right back.
[Why]
[Because I called her]
Cyrus seemed to be typing a response, but nothing came through.
Probably something along the lines of “Bastard.”
Logan set his phone aside and put the silent headphones back on.
This way he could at least tolerate the awful music.
* * *
The pool was a misnomer.
Not a single person in it was actually swimming.
All the overhead lights were off, and instead, someone had brought colorful LED lights that flickered all around.
Purple, pink, and blue.
Fragments of light danced chaotically across the water’s surface.
Between those intermittent lights, students were visible.
Though “bodies” might be a more accurate term than “students” here.
Half the students wore swimsuits.
The other half were barely clothed.
Either way, far too much skin was on display, making Ivy in her school uniform look almost alien by comparison.
Ivy adjusted her Glasses. As her eyes grew more accustomed to the chaotic lighting, more appalling sights came into focus.
People leaping up from the slippery floor and throwing themselves into the water—well, that was bearable enough. Dangerous, but bearable.
But eating Pizza in the water? This is driving me crazy.
Beyond them, a couple sat pressed together as if reunited after lifetimes apart, their lips constantly meeting.
Just eat the Pizza instead!
Ivy deliberately turned her gaze away and finally located her target.
The source of the noise that dominated this space.
The Bluetooth Speaker.
Once she shut off that awful sound, it would be much easier to calm these people down.
Ivy pushed through the crowd of students, moving relentlessly toward the speaker. Her sneakers slipped on the wet floor, but she didn’t stop for a moment.
When she was about five steps away, someone suddenly shrieked from the side.
“Hey! Jump!”
Ivy immediately turned her head. A dozen or so excited students were charging toward her.
The flickering lights made it hard to tell front from back, and before she knew it, Ivy was swept up in the chaos, and when she came to…….
Splash.
She was suddenly pulled down into the deep water.
Murky blue water, muffled sounds, wavering shadows.
Her flailing hand brushed her Glasses, and they drifted away.
‘My Glasses……!’
Desperate thrashing. But her arms and legs, held heavy by the water, wouldn’t respond to her will.
The surface was getting farther away.
The sensation of being dragged deeper. Fear gripped her heart.
Then something seized her wrist firmly.

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