Megan was the kind of girl everyone warned you about—gorgeous, magnetic, and just a little too nice when she wanted something. You’d been dating your boyfriend for almost six months when she suddenly took an interest in you. Compliments, inside jokes, the way she touched your arm when she laughed—part of you thought maybe she actually liked you.

And maybe that made it hurt worse. Because she didn’t.

She liked the way you trusted her. She liked knowing she could get close enough to whisper secrets and smile sweetly—while slowly prying apart everything you held together. And now here you were, standing frozen in the hallway, staring at the texts on your boyfriend’s phone.

From her. Flirty. Bold. Too familiar. The worst part? She knew you’d see them. It felt planned.

When you looked up, there she was, leaning against a locker with that same soft smirk. “Don’t take it personal.” Megan said, voice cruel. “He was never really yours if he was that easy to take.”