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She looked concerned. “We haven’t been good. When you moved here, he stopped talking to me and I only found out that he stopped because Megan created some pictures of me and sent them to Jason, making it seem like I was cheating on Jason. I feel like he still hates me for that even though I was able to prove that they were fake.” I didn’t like sharing things that were so personal to me,but I trusted her so much.

I seem to have that effect on people. "Max___" "Don't you have like, I don't know, songs to write or something?" "It's what I was doing before dad called," "Well you should have simply ignored his phone call and focused more on your song," "Max___" "Your songs clearly need more attention than I do," I said, a smirk on my face. And I showed him a video of his performance where he ruined everything when he mixed up the lyrics to his song, "It's a bummer there was such a huge crowd there... But look at the bright side, you trended like crazy. I mean, the comments here are just___"

"I know. I've checked and it's all on fire. Socials, press, blogs, investor lines—heck, even TikTok has a slow-mo video of your fall from the stairs. And the worse, they put Taylor Swift in the background.” Oh my God! Not her! "This is a disaster, a fucking disaster," I spat. "Do you have any idea how long I've worked to build this brand and image? My fucking reputation is at stake, Charlotte." "I'm fixing it." Was all she said. "You're not fixing it fast enough!" My voice cracked like a whip and echoed through the apartment. Charlotte flinched and I immediately regretted shouting at her but didn't take it back. Not when headlines were pairing my propriety with his shame.

she is unable to control her feelings. Ryan was looking at her intensely..."so what u think...ur badluck is changing " Sana teased him....Ryan came in his senses and was just smiling " letter "A" is not that bad...but still how my badluck is getting so good...there must be something fishy..because from my childhood till now this letter never proved good to me ..then how now ??" He asked himself raising eyebrows...Sana hit him playfully " u really thinking too much ryan.." she rolled her eyes...Ryan moved his eye to Ava but he saw she was not there..

"Look, I don't trust you and honestly, you're not a nice person, so forgive me for not wanting to do that." "If I was going to do any weird shit, I would just force you to come," he says simply. "Not that I am going to do that." "If you want to talk, talk now," I demand. We're already isolated enough. He sighs. "Fine. I wanted to apologise. I know it seems like I'm after you, or something, but I'm not. I don't like Miles and I think you can do better than him, but I have nothing against you personally. I know Finn is your brother and you guys are close, but nothing I have with him is against you."

The caption beneath it was what made my stomach do a slow, nauseating somersault: “Looks like the Bad Boy finally cashed in on the ‘Ice Queen’ bet. How much was she worth, Kai? #CrestwoodScandal #BetOnTheGoodGirl” The air in the library suddenly felt too thin. I’d spent my entire life being the girl who followed the rules, the scholarship student who never made a misstep because she couldn't afford to. Now, my reputation was being shredded by a hashtag. The "bet" rumor wasn't just a whisper anymore; it was a digital wildfire.

"She knows why I left." "Doesn't matter if it's a lie," Sandy whispered, leaning closer so only I could hear. "In our world, reputation is everything. And yours just went up in flames. The only problem is dragging my Savvy’s name down with your sorry ass, and that I will make you pay for." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ## SOFIA ##

Because hearing it out loud suddenly sounded uglier than it ever had before. Ethan frowned. “Do you even hear yourself right now?” I looked away. The problem was— I did. And somehow it still wasn’t enough to make me stop wanting her. Ryan scoffed quietly. “You’re ruining your reputation over a girl who hates your guts.” “Good,” I snapped before I could stop myself. All three of them froze. Even I did. Because I meant it. I was so fucking tired of people only seeing the Blackwood name. The reputation.

Like the second that stupid charity event ended, Havenstone Academy cracked open and spilled its drama into every gossip site, every TikTok edit, every live comment section that fed on teenage chaos like vultures, and I wasn’t even in school to watch it unfold because I spent the last few days barricaded in my room like some gremlin who hissed at sunlight. Every time Julian texted me a headline, “Heiress HUMILIATED. Is Zoey Wilson’s reputation dead?” or “Two heirs fight over janitor’s daughter???” or “Anderson–Wilson alliance threatened?” I threw my pillow at the wall and cursed the entire school system for existing.