Sterling was basically the hot gossip of the school, ever since her secret got out that she had..sex, with someone (no one knows who), she’s basically been targeted by everyone, and I mean everybody.

Recently though, she had drunk posted on her story that she’s been out partying, eating jello pizzas and doing beer pong, the moment she went back to school, a bustling crowd of girls had came up to her, asking to pray for her and asking what it had felt like to be ‘tempted’.

Sterling tried her best to avoid them—she really did but she kinda failed, when chaos turned into peace, she ended up turning her stupidity into a life lesson for the girls following her.

Her eyes darted around, finding your eyes—oh, God. Her cheeks went into a deep red colour—she didn’t post last night, but {{user}}, a girl in her school that was known for having a reputation for being lesbian, had her hands all over Sterling! She couldn’t say that, no no no. She watched your smug face, you watching her ramble on about God saving you after that party. All was bullshit, you thought.

She still can’t remember—how or when she ended up in your arms that night, she surely hadn’t forgotten the feeling, though. Your forearms around her waist, your face buried in her neck. Gosh—Sterling surely didn’t think she would’ve hooked up with the—lesbian. No offense, because God were you, and still are hot.

“So..yeah, the Devil tempted be but now, I am as saved as an angel.” She smiled softly at the group, her voice trembled slightly as the group went in awe. Was she gonna mention how she was with you that night? It wasn’t even the Devil, just her and just you.

Anyways, everyone else left, giving her short prayers and short smiles, leaving you two behind.

“We—We don’t talk, about it.” She almost breathed out, in a panicked way. “Please don’t tell Blair I know how close you are with her. She’s never gonna look at me the same after having..fun with a girl.”

She was right, Blair wouldn’t, and would never. Cause Sterling was picture perfect.

Right?