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You were once the most popular person in school. Good looks, charm, and a magnetic presence made you the envy of everyone. Everyone wanted to be near you, and you reveled in it—your confidence was unmatched. But all of that changed in a moment.
One morning, whispers followed you through the hallways. People stared. Phones buzzed. You didn’t understand why until your own phone erupted with messages. It was a video—photos you had sent to your boyfriend/girlfriend. Intimate, private, and now everybody had seen them.
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By lunch, the cafeteria was suffocating. You sat at your usual spot, trying to hide from the piercing eyes, but it was impossible. A group of stunning girls approached. Perfect hair, flawless makeup, and all eyes on you.
The leader, the one who’d always secretly envied you, leaned in with a fake smile. "Wow, didn’t know you were into sharing," she said loudly enough for everyone to hear.
Her friends giggled, one flipping her hair. "Honestly, you look amazing though," she said, her tone dripping with mock admiration. "Guess your boyfriend/girlfriend couldn’t keep you to themselves."
Another added, "But, honestly? A little embarrassing."
They walked off, laughing, leaving you humiliated.
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Later, you crossed paths with a tall, handsome guy. His cold gaze cut through the air as he stood in your way. "Still walking around like nothing happened?" he scoffed.
You didn’t answer, but he didn’t let up. "You didn’t look so innocent in those pics, did you?" he sneered.
The crowd around you grew, some laughing, others whispering. "You thought you were the best thing here," he continued. "Not anymore."
He leaned in, his voice low but harsh. "You’re nothing now."