My name was Laura Newman, and I had been the simp of Peter Moreno for two years. He treated me but I paid, and when he dated someone else, I sent him two breakfasts.

Everyone was confused. I was the daughter of the Newman family, but I chose to be the simp of a punk.

One day, Peter's face was scratched, and the doctor said it would leave a scar.

I was no longer the simp. I looked indifferent.

"Without that face similar to his, you are nothing."

***

"Laura, your phone is ringing. It's Peter."

When I heard Peter's name, I quickly rinsed off the foam on my body, wrapped myself in a towel, and went out.

There was still foam and water droplets dripping down from my hair.

I dried my hands and answered the phone.

"What took you so long?"

Peter's tone was impatient.

"Sorry, I was taking a shower. What's up?"

"I'm treating my roommates to a meal. Come over and settle the bill."

Without waiting for my response, Peter hung up the phone directly.

My roommate looked at the foam on my hair and said indignantly.

"Laura! I don't get it. What's so good about Peter? Do you have to be so obsessed with him?

"What else does he have besides a pretty face? You are a beautiful and wealthy girl. Why do you have to be with him? He's just a punk."

I said while tidying up.

"You won't understand."

I didn't waste a second. I quickly blow-dried my hair and grabbed my backpack, and then I headed to the barbecue joint that Peter often went to.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw it was crowded. I approached and saw Peter arguing with a man.

"I've already said I didn't mean to. It's not a big deal. Why can't you let go?"

The man became even angrier.

"You broke my phone screen. How dare you say that!"

I roughly got the general idea. The man passed by, and since Peter wasn't looking, he accidentally knocked the man's phone to the ground, and the screen was broken.

I stepped forward to mediate.

"Sir, please calm down. I will compensate you for the cost of the phone screen."

His tone softened a bit.

"Who are you?"

"I am his friend."

Peter looked at me with disdain.

"You're so meddlesome."

Hearing that, the man was even more displeased. He pointed at Peter's nose and said, "You're so ungrateful. She offers to help you, OK? Be nice!"

Not wanting them to argue again, I pulled the man aside.

"Calm down. How much? I'll pay."

I gave him the money.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, he stopped me, hesitating.

"What's up, Sir?"

"You're a sensible young girl. But that guy is so unreliable. I'm sure he lacks a sense of responsibility.

"If you are in need of a boyfriend, I can introduce my son to you. He is much better than that guy."

He said a few more words before reluctantly leaving.

"Think about it. My son is outstanding."

I turned and walked towards Peter.

Peter's several roommates stood aside with interest.

"Laura, why are you smiling so happily? Don't tell us you've fallen for that old man."

"He's old enough to be your dad."

"That's not true. We just chatted for a bit. Don't get me wrong. I..."

I explained humbly.

The more humble I was, the more proud Peter became, and he interrupted me directly.

"Enough. What does it have to do with me? Just go pay the bill."

When I paid the bill and came out, Peter and the others had already left.

The next morning, I was awakened by the phone ringtone I set exclusively for Peter.

I cleared my throat and answered the phone.

"Go buy me two breakfasts. Extra sugar for the coffee. You have 10 minutes. Hurry up! My girlfriend is waiting. We're in Room 405."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, I changed my clothes and rushed to the breakfast place on the second floor of the cafeteria.

Fortunately, there weren't a lot of people in the morning. I bought the breakfast and hurried to Room 405.

When I arrived at Room 405, as soon as I entered, I saw Peter hugging his girlfriend, Sarah King, and flirting with her.

"Stop it! Others are here."

"So what? I like you."

Peter's tone was gentle. He never talked to me like that.

I handed the breakfast to the two.

Sarah looked at me mockingly and handed me the coffee in the bag.

"Open it for me."

I opened the lid and handed the cup to her.

But she had a slip of her hand. The coffee cup fell to the ground, and the coffee was spilled on my shoes.

"I'm really sorry, Laura. You're not angry, are you? I didn't mean it."

Peter looked at me impatiently.

"You're so careless. The coffee is so hot. If it spilled on Sarah, there would be consequences!"

I could only lower my head and pick up the cup that fell on the ground.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hold it steady."

Sarah spoke softly, with a mocking tone in her voice.

"Then please clean my shoes. There are a few drops splashed on them."

She even kindly handed me a wet tissue.

She smiled at me.

I glanced at Peter.

"What are you looking at? Didn't you hear her? Clean her shoes properly."

I took the wet tissue handed to me by Sarah and squatted down under the gaze of everyone.

The surrounding discussions were kinda loud.

"What's wrong with Laura? Why does she have to be a simp? Doesn't she know she'll end up with nothing?"

"Who knows? She is quite persistent, you know. She's been like this since the beginning of sophomore year."

"Peter is over the line. Even though he doesn't have feelings for her, he shouldn't insult her."

"Seconded. What a jerk."

"The only advantage he has is his face."

Sarah stretched her feet in front of me, and I pressed the wet tissue on her shoes and wiped them carefully.

After I was done, Sarah smiled satisfactorily.

"Laura, you're really good at polishing shoes."

Then she turned her head to look at Peter.

"Peter, can she do it again sometime?"

Peter affectionately stroked Sarah's head.

"OK. Whatever you say."

Peter suddenly turned his head towards me, and his tone and gaze instantly turned cold.

"Why are you still here?"

I was about to leave with my bag when Sarah stopped me.

"Laura, it's a Chanel bag, right? It looks really nice."

Sarah's eyes were filled with greed as she stared at my bag.

Peter said.

"You have so many bags. Why don't you give this one to Sarah? She likes it. She will definitely look better with it than you."

Sarah looked at Peter excitedly and said, "Really? You're the best, Peter."

Hesitant, I looked at Sarah.

"This bag was a birthday gift from my brother."

Sarah's eyes were filled with jealousy as she wrapped her arms around Peter's arm.

"Peter, did you hear that? She doesn't even want to give me a bag. And she says she likes you?"

"Give it to her, Laura. I don't want to say it for the third time."

Sarah looked at me with a smug look in her eyes.

I could only take off the bag, take out the things inside, and hand the bag to Sarah.

Sarah took the bag and fiddled with it.

"Peter, it's really pretty. Thank you."

Sarah tiptoed and kissed Peter's face.

I was expressionless at first. Seeing that, I frowned and looked disgusted.

After I returned to the dormitory, my roommate came to me.

"Check this out."

I took her phone and saw that the photo of me shining shoes for Sarah was posted on the confession wall.

Below were all the mocking words about me being a simp.

I returned the phone to my roommate without any emotional fluctuations.

"What about it?"

She was so angry that she took a deep breath.

"You! Come on, Laura! After what he did to you, are you really still gonna be his simp?

"He is humiliating you. He doesn't like you at all."

I smiled indifferently.

"Yeah, I know."

"You know? Then why are you still..."

"Don't ask. I will tell you one day."

"Fine."