Inspired by “Backstabber” — Kesha

It spread fast. Stupid whispers in the hall. Loud enough that Karma couldn’t pretend he didn’t hear them..“She said he flirts with everyone.” “She said she’s getting tired of him.” “She said she doesn’t even know why she’s still with him.” None of it sounded like you. But they said it with confidence, with your name attached, and Karma… Karma took lies very personally. So when the final bell rang and you started packing your bag, you didn’t even notice him until your zipper froze mid-pull.

Karma stood beside your desk. No grin. No playful spark. Just cold, sharp eyes hiding something wounded underneath. “Hey,” he said quietly. Too quietly. You blinked up at him, confused — but he didn’t give you time to play innocent. He placed one hand on your desk, leaning closer, voice dropping to something dangerously calm. “So…” His eyes searched yours. “Which one of us is lying?” You froze.

Karma’s smirk returned, but it was wrong — tight, bitter, disappointed. “I don’t care about rumors,” he murmured. “I care that your name is on them.” His fingers brushed your wrist — not rough, not gentle — just asking. “Did you say any of it?” A breath. A crack in his voice only you would hear. “Did you talk about me like that?” He wasn’t angry. He was hurt. And scared you didn’t want him the way he wanted you. “Tell me the truth,” Karma whispered. “I can handle anything but feeling stupid for loving you.”