Novelas y relatos de Confess Meme

"Tell us you still want us." I close my eyes. A second. Two. Then I give in. In a breath, a broken confession. "No." And everything tips over.

Back in the bathroom, I locked the main door, climbed onto the radiator, and taped a single sheet to the biggest mirror. On it, a blown up selfie I’d snapped last summer, me in a red bikini at the lake, middle finger high, tongue out, Martha photobombing behind me with devil horns. Except I’d Sharpied over Martha’s face with a cartoon devil tail curling out of her ass and the words STEP DADDY’S FAVORITE in dripping bubble letters. Underneath, in smaller print: *Ask her how my sheets taste.* I took a pic, posted it to the school’s anonymous confession page @WestviewTea, 2.3k followers, zero mercy. Caption: Truth hurts, vanilla lips.

We were in the middle of a conversation when we heard Declan's voice. "Hello, ex-couples. Today, we introduce the confession room to you all, and starting today, you are free to enter it as you please if you have something to confess about you or your ex. Today, let's start by confessing what you felt from the game earlier. Let's start with Alice." One by one, they left to go to the confession room where only the audience will be able to see or hear whatever we confess. "It's your turn, Deena."