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Zy's POVThe message landed at 11:23 p.m. while I was still sitting on the floor in the same clothes from the restaurant, grease smell stuck to my skin and all. WhatsApp. Unknown number. One view. I almost left that shit but the preview just sat there looking at me so I opened it.The video was short and dark as hell, only one lamp on. Grant on his back, shirt wide open, head turned to the side like he wasn’t even fully there. Bella riding him slow, one hand on his chest, hair falling in his face as she leaned down and kissed his neck. The camera was shaking a little like she was the one holding the phone. You could hear her soft laugh and the wet sound of skin slapping. Grant made some low noise that didn’t sound like he was stopping her. His hand rested on her hip for a second then just slipped off.Then the video ended and vanished.View once. Gone.I stared at the empty chat for a long time waiting for the pictures to come back but they stayed stuck behind my eyes instead. The cap

Ivy’s POVHe had me bent over the desk, jeans shoved down to my knees, one strong hand fisted in my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. He wasn’t being gentle. He was fucking me deep and steady, every thrust slamming me forward so the desk legs scraped the floor. The wet sound of his cock driving into me filled the room.“Fuck… ah… shit—” I moaned, fingers digging into the wood.“Take it,” he growled against my ear, pulling my hair so my back arched harder. “Open up for me.”He snapped his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt. I cried out, legs trembling. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He just started pounding into me, rough and relentless, the slap of skin on skin loud and filthy. My tits swung under me with every thrust. I could feel him stretching me open, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll.“Oh my god… yes… fuck me—”He reached around and found my clit, rubbing tight, mean circles while he kept slamming into me from behind. The dual pressure

Zy's POVI didn’t sleep at all.Ivy stayed over and we sat on my bed with both phones face-up between us like we were waiting for a bomb to go off. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the fan and the occasional car passing outside. My stomach had been in a tight knot since midnight. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Bella’s face the way she looked in the scholarship office — soft, bruised, playing victim while she ruined my life.At 5:58 a.m. Ivy looked at me.“Ready?”My mouth was dry. “Do it.”She didn’t hesitate. She opened the first burner account and hit post. Then the second. Then the third. Within ninety seconds the same set of photos and the short clip were live across every major campus group chat, story circle, and anonymous board we could reach.No names. No captions pointing fingers. Just the evidence.Side-by-side images of Bella’s “fresh bruises” next to the original timestamped selfies from her own cloud, taken two hours before the meeting. The folder names sit

Zy's POVBy the next morning the campus had fully turned.I walked to the student center with Ivy and felt the difference in the air. People still stared, but the stares had changed. No more smug little smiles. No more whispering like I was the problem. Now the whispers followed Bella. Screenshots of her bruise selfies were still circulating. Someone had printed the side-by-side timestamps and taped them to a board near the cafeteria. Her name was being dragged in every group chat that used to protect her.Ivy kept checking her phone. “Her closest friend just posted a story. ‘I don’t support fake victims.’ No name, but everybody knows who she means.”I didn’t smile. I just kept walking.We were near the admin building when we saw the black car. Bella’s mother stepped out first, face tight, then Bella herself. She looked smaller than usual. No perfect birthday energy left. Just a girl being walked into the same building where she once sat and destroyed my scholarship. Two staff members