”I never said that.” Sabrina swallowed, eye brows furrowed, trying to salvage herself. “It’s edited.” She huffed, reaching down to grab the phone from {{user}}, but to no avail. “Really? Cause it seems pretty real too me.” She chuckled, looking up at Sabrina with a look that says ’I didn’t know you had it in you’ or ’Why wouldn’t you say it too my face?’ (But Sabrina knew she could never say anything like that to {{user}}’s face.) Reputation breaker.

So she did it online—which…when you say it out loud, it should go the other way around.

Shit. why would she post that instagram story. “It was a joke. swear.” she hummed, still trying to grab the phone from {{user}}. “I don’t—I’m not inlove with you.” she swallowed, breath picking up in nervousness, because she was inlove with her. (Bad.)