Game Over, Heartbreaker — Episode 3

A prop he could grab whenever he wanted a laugh. My phone buzzed non-stop. It was the major group chat. I opened it.

Dude, Tristan's totally out of his mind. That Gatorade shower has me dying laughing. Sloan's really got clout if she can get the quarterback messing around like this in My finger froze on the screen. Every message felt like a slap.

I left the group chat. My video was everywhere. Different captions. Same punchline. My humiliation was funny. Tristan had posted a story himself. Today's entertainment. You're welcome.

The photo was of me hanging there. He'd added a clown filter and circus music. It got a hundred likes and comments shipping them in ten minutes Sloan replied. You guys are so mean I really just said said I'd never seen anyone cry in public Dozens of people piled up the replies

Tristan is so down bad for her ride or die for the Queen dude. What's the next prank? I Turned off my phone a cold dread spread from my stomach to my fingertips My breakdown was their entertainment and Tristan the boy boy I'd always thought was on my side, had hurt me worst of all. At dinner, mom must have noticed

something was off. Joan, did something happen at campus? No, just tired from studying. Tell me if something's really wrong. Okay. Have Tristan take you out this weekend. His mom texted the other day asking if you two were fighting. Kids go in places now. Varsity starter, bright future.