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I heard the front door close signaling that she was gone. Zzz Zzz Zzz I turned around and grabbed my phone to see someone had DMed me, I clicked on it and it was this Tbh post that I had probably accidentally clicked when I was scrolling through Insta last night, I'm not to fond of hearing what random people have to say about me, and this Tbh was not just from one person but from three different people. Tbh: you seem cool Tbh: you cute for a dark skin girl Tbh: you would be fine as fuck if you was light skin

Buddha 🧘🧘: I have made it to where the target is. Chief 🇺🇸: excellent! Let us know when we can visit. I will be in the waiting room with the rest of the team. Zombie 🧟‍♂️ : Why is this group chat GREEN?????? Badger 🦡 : Yayyyyy!!!! I am on my way with Lennie and Ollie!!!! And Z ask the noob. And Buddha you better not go in without me! Bodhi 🏄 : *GIF of one of the Olsen twins saying “HOW RUDE” *

"How bad is it?" Bree and Skye exchanged a look, the kind of look that told me everything I needed to know. It was bad. Really bad. The kind of bad that couldn't be fixed with apologies or explanations. "The video of you falling and your mask coming off has over twelve million views already," Bree said quietly, pulling out her phone with reluctant fingers. "It's trending on T*****r, TikTok, I*******m... everywhere. The headlines are on every blog in the country: 'Mystery Stripper Finally Revealed' and..." She hesitated, her face twisting with guilt, like the words themselves were painful to say.

Plus, all the groupies on the message board said he had a huge cock. Tommy couldn't have known how bad my celeb crush really was. He couldn't have known about all the sleepless nights I'd spent laying in bed, one hand between my legs as I stared at the bulge in Contendah's pants on my "Dat Krew" poster. Nor could he have known about my second, secret Tumblr account where I spent my time reblogging interracial p**n and messaging that chick from Atlanta who said she'd slept with the Krew before they really got big.

Rumor had it that he was smart but he was drawn to the dark side, fast cars and motorcycles. When we met he'd just been home from college. It was hard to believe he'd actually been, he just didn't fit the profile. Leathers and tats did not spell alumnus if you know what I mean. But talking to him made me realize just how much you should never judge a book by its cover.

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Belle. Ethan didn’t believe in rumors. Not really. People talked too much. Added details that didn’t exist. Filled silence with lies just to feel important. So he never asked. Never cared enough to. All he knew was simple— A guy died. And somehow… She was there when it happened. That was it. That was all. But today— Today didn’t feel like “just a story.” --- The hallway felt wrong. Not loud. Not chaotic. Not normal. It was quieter than usual, but not in a peaceful way.

That's all you all are good at, raise the phones up create your own scenarios and rumors, I'm here for it all Zuri Campari Banks, crazy ass Nepo baby, that needs rehab when she clearly doesn't. I am human like you all okay? Get that into your heads, you all would understand that if you also got cheated on by your boyfriend with a senior you admire and trust! Gets accused of physical violence, then accused of drugs and needing mental health consultation. I will not keep quiet! I will not! You all want to ruin me, but I don't mind ruining me before you do! I am still iconic and you all will forever tag me as that!

I look like the discount version of myself. Perfect for tonight. My thumb hovers over the one chat icon that matters most. Bogotá & the Idiots. Their profile picture is pure nepotism energy: Isabella in red lipstick, Tessa with tear-streaked cheeks, Emmett behind them flipping off the camera. Accurate. My last message is still from yesterday. KR: [still alive. stop planning my funeral.] Their replies sit underneath it, lined up like a coordinated attack. ISABELLA: [YOU’RE INSANE]

You don’t get to punish me for not breaking the way you expected. I am not yours anymore. And if that burns you, good. Because your touch doesn’t make me feel special. It makes me feel sick. And just so you know? Bad angle for kissing. #TheGlassWife #PagesIllDeleteLater #IDoesntBelongToYou #BadKisser”