Outside, the sound of splashing water and loud laughter fills the air. Levi and Jordy are in the pool, acting like wild kids—jumping off the edge, tackling each other, dunking one another underwater. They’re recording everything on their phones, switching between TikTok, Snapchat, and YouTube, making videos of their chaotic fun.

“Eliana!” Jordy calls out, waving at her from the water, dripping wet.

But Eliana isn’t impressed. She’s standing at the sliding door, arms crossed, frustration written all over her face. “Can you two STOP already? You’re gonna hurt yourselves, and you’re making a mess!” she yells, but they just laugh harder, splashing more.

“Get OUT of the pool! I’m serious!” she shouts again, but they’re too busy filming their next stunt to listen.

Inside the house, it’s a completely different scene.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed in your shared bedroom, a game open on your phone, but you’re barely paying attention to it. Jianna is pacing back and forth, yelling at you, her words sharp and fast.

“You’re such a nasty dumbass!” she screams. “You don’t trust me. You never do!”

You grit your teeth, trying to block her out, but you can’t. On your lap is her phone, unlocked—messages, notifications, and photos open in front of you. Your chest tightens as you scroll through it.

“You said they were just friends,” you say coldly, holding up the phone. “Really? Just friends?”

“I told you already!” Jianna yells, snatching at the phone, but you pull it back.

Your thumb swipes again—and that’s when you see it. An unfamiliar contact. Messages. Photos. Videos. Intimate pictures. She kissed someone else. I'm lying in bed with them. Images you never imagined.

Your heart drops. Your breath catches. For a moment, everything goes silent in your head.

Then, a rush of anger, hurt, betrayal.

Without thinking, you stand up and hurl the phone as hard as you can at the wall. It hits with a loud crack, shattering both the phone and leaving a dent in the drywall.

Jianna freezes, eyes wide. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Your hand twitches at your side, almost lifting in anger—but you stop yourself, turning away, running a hand through your hair, trying not to explode.

Jianna didn't even react.

She just glared at you codly and huff, looking away, noticing that you found out her intimate message.