HE BROKE ME!

Ava’s POV

I was watching the video for the umpteenth time in my room at home. I noticed a lot about it, but the girl’s face didn’t show clearly. She only had Kia’s shape, skin color, and hair. I zoomed in, yet I still couldn’t get a clearer view of her face.

If it wasn’t Kia, then why was Chris dumbfounded when she dared him to say the truth? My curiosity burned. Whatever it was, Chris was cheating on me, and I had clear evidence.

I felt pained every time the memories of the sex we had in the hotel room flashed through my mind. I had given in so easily. Sex on a first date—that was so cheap!

My phone buzzed, and I picked it up. It was a message from Liana.

“Hi, the video is fake! Kia wasn’t involved!”

I squinted and read it again. I glanced up at the sender’s name. Yes, it was from Liana.

I texted back. “Fake how?” The message went immediately. I waited for a moment—no response.

“Liana, can I come over to your place?” I texted again, my patience wearing thin.

“No!” The response came fast. “We’ll see at school.”

I sighed and leaned back on my chair, allowing the bugging tears to roll down my face.

Was I not good enough for him?

I peeked at the small diary beside me, took it, and flipped the pages carefully, satisfying my eyes with the sketches I’d made of Chris.

“I can’t wait to be your girlfriend, Chris Westwood,” I read from the diary.

I tore out the page, squeezed it in my hand, and threw it at the wall. My heart was already broken into tiny pieces.

I lowered my head and cried.

***

I sat at my desk, glancing around. Everyone was busy—no eyes on me—and Liana wasn’t yet in class, not even Bryan.

I took my phone and stared at the screen. No messages from Chris, no calls, no W******p chats—nothing.

My eyes caught Liana approaching my desk. I dropped the phone back in my locker.

“Ava,” she called, sounding unsettled and raising my suspicion.

“Someone’s planning to expose you.”

I blinked hard, trying to pace her words.

“Expose me?” I repeated, my tone calm and gentle. I opened my mouth to speak again, but she continued.

“Bryan and I overheard Kia on a phone call. She was telling the caller to send the video. ‘Let’s make some tears stream down her face.’”

My jaw tightened.

“That’s the statement she made.”

My brows furrowed. “But what does that have to do with your text yesterday?”

“Ava, wake up! Can’t you see the handwriting on the wall? Kia is plotting with someone we don’t know to ruin your relationship with Chris.”

I tried to process everything, but it wasn’t sinking in.

“Liana, I know Kia is a bad girl, but she dared Chris in front of me to speak if he knew he was innocent—and he didn’t. He said nothing because he knew Kia was telling the truth.”

My phone vibrated in my locker, interrupting me. My eyes darted to Liana’s first.

I opened the locker, glancing intently at my iPhone—a W******p notification from Chris.

I clicked and saw it: “This message was deleted.” My heart dropped.

Our eyes locked. What’s wrong with Chris? I asked myself.

“Has he called you yet?” Liana asked, and I shook my head.

“Have you seen Kia today?”

I nodded. I hadn’t seen Kia, and Chris hadn’t called either.

We weren’t done talking when Chris stepped in, looking good as always. His black uniform suit sat well on his perfectly framed body. Gazes fell on him, stunned by his handsomeness.

I thought he was approaching me when his long legs made their way toward my desk—but then he brushed past me to meet Sophie, the school gossip who sat two desks behind me.

He snatched a magazine from her and tucked it into his pocket before going to his seat.

My chest tightened. My heart ached. I suddenly realized I couldn’t breathe freely.

I stood up. Liana stepped aside, making way for me to leave. She knew that was what I wanted—to leave the classroom. But then I paused when a strange sound caught my attention.

Kia stepped in with her two partners in crime trailing behind her.

I turned to the white marker board in front of the class:

A lady was moaning from intense pleasure. Her legs were spread out, and an unknown guy was thrusting his dick into her like it was the last time he’d ever have sex again.

The class gasped. Their gazes fell on me to confirm, before returning to the video that played on the board like a projector.

My lips dropped.

“What?” I yelled.

The monstrous dick made me moan.

“Oh fuck! Harder!” I cried. “Kill me!” I yelled.

And in the blink of an eye, the video vanished.

Liana’s face turned pale, her lips dry and cracked.

Chris jolted to his feet. “What the hell!” he yelled, his voice filled with pain and anger.

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

The class, which had fallen silent from the shock, exploded into frantic, disorganized murmurs.

“Was that Ava?” Sophie asked the girl beside her.

It was then that I realized what had just happened as devouring eyes snapped toward me. Horrible gazes, disgusting looks, hateful comments, and slanderous speech.

“She’s so sweet,” the guy beside Sophie confessed.

Another voice rose from the back. “She’s an asshole!”

My gaze dropped to the ground.

I looked back, trying to see who had played the video, but I had no evidence, no trace. Everyone was too busy stoning words at me.

My face was covered in shame, my vision blurred with tears.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

I glanced again at Liana. Her face was masked with sadness. She felt sorry for me.

“She’s a pornstar! A badass bitch! A black sheep in a white coat!” Kia yelled, earning a lousy laugh from her friends.

I turned to Kia.

“You’ve done your worst,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“What’s this, Ava?” Liana asked, her voice low and weak. I saw the disappointment in her eyes.

Just then, Kia and her friends started throwing stuff at me—empty water bottles, books, rumpled papers, and more. Liana stepped aside, leaving me to face the jabs alone.

I wished the ground would open and help me cover my shame. My heart bled.

I did it, but with only two guys—Chris and Steve.

It was either Chris or Steve. One of them was behind this.

But which one?