The new transfer student claims she's a "challenge player," forcing my childhood best friend to help her complete all kinds of explicit tasks. I saw through her act. Tried to warn him to stay away. He turned on me instead. "Ivy's doing a challenge. If I don't help her, she'll be punished. Sera, you're so selfish." I stopped warning him. Then her sex toy fell on the floor in class. And he blamed it on me. My reputation was destroyed. The delinquents dragged me into an alley. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Ivy brought her toy to class. --- The vibrator rolled across the floor. Ms. Romano's face went black as coal. She ground out the words. "Whose is this?!" The class erupted. Shocked gasps everywhere. No one expected someone to use a sex toy in class. Especially in Ms. Romano's class. Ivy, sitting in front of me, turned bright red. Her head dropped. She was always wild. But getting caught like this was humiliating. Just as she was about to cry, her seatmate Julian shot to his feet. He pointed directly at me. "Ms. Romano, I noticed Sera acting weird all period. Her hands kept going under the desk. It's definitely hers." His voice was full of righteous anger. "Sera, I never thought you'd sink this low. Using that in class? During a lecture? Have you no shame?" The room exploded. Curious stares. Disgust. Mockery. Revulsion. Every eye in that room landed on me. I started shaking. Not from fear. From rage. Because I'd lived this moment before. --- In my previous life, this is where everything went to hell. Julian's accusation blindsided me. I cried. Denied it. Begged everyone to believe me. No one did. From that day on, I went from honor student to school slut. Every guy felt entitled to undress me with their eyes. Every girl whispered behind my back. When I tried to fight back, they laughed. "Your own best friend said you're a whore. Stop playing victim." The rumors followed me everywhere. Bathrooms. Cafeteria. My DMs. Then the delinquents dragged me into an alley after school. My parents tried to get justice. Ms. Romano told them I "asked for it." I dropped out. Two months later, I jumped off a building.
Thinking about that ending, I dug my nails into my palms. Forced down my rage. This time, I wouldn't let Julian throw me under the bus. I shot to my feet. "Ms. Romano, my hands have been on my desk taking notes all period. The girl sitting next to me can confirm." My seatmate nodded furiously. "That's right! Julian, which eye saw Sera's hands under the desk? Stop making shit up." Julian didn't even flinch. "Maybe I was mistaken about that. But that doesn't change the fact the vibrator is probably Sera's. Why else would she be so defensive?" I was shaking. Trying so hard to stay calm. But my face was red. Flushed with anger and humiliation. Julian was going to throw me under the bus. Again. To protect Ivy. Again. Fine. I narrowed my eyes. "I'm wearing jeans. Ivy's wearing a skirt. If we're talking about easy access, suspicion falls on her." The room went dead silent. "Here's what we'll do," I continued. "I'll strip down in front of all the girls in this class to prove my innocence. But Ivy has to do it too." Ivy's eyes went wide. She looked at Julian like a drowning person reaching for a life raft. Julian's face twisted. "Sera, you're disgusting! Trying to frame Ivy when you know she's innocent!" I crossed my arms. "You can accuse me all you want. But I'm proposing a fair solution. If Ivy's got nothing to hide, she shouldn't be afraid to prove it." Ms. Romano looked tempted. Julian panicked. "Ms. Romano, we can't do this. Think about how this would look if it got out. For the school's reputation, we should just drop it." Julian was the star quarterback. The golden boy whose father donated the new football field. Ms. Romano loved him. She sighed. "Fine. This time, I'll let it go. But if I catch anyone with something like this again, I'm calling parents immediately." --- After class, Julian grabbed my wrist. Dragged me to an empty classroom. "Sera, I know you don't like Ivy. I know you're jealous we've gotten close. But trying to ruin her over this? That's evil." "If people found out that vibrator was Ivy's, her reputation would be destroyed. Don't you have any empathy?" I laughed. Actually laughed. "Empathy? You tried to frame me for something I didn't do, and I'm the one who needs empathy?" Julian's jaw clenched. "You don't understand. Ivy has to complete these tasks. She's part of an exclusive challenge. If she doesn't finish, there are consequences." I glanced at Ivy. She wasn't crying anymore. She was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, smirking at me. Only an idiot like Julian would believe that Ivy—who smoked, drank, got into fights, and had a back tattoo—was just a "good girl forced to do bad things by an online challenge." Julian grabbed my shoulders. "The task isn't complete yet. Go tell Ms. Romano the vibrator was yours. Then get it back for Ivy." My mouth fell open. "You have perfect grades. Ms. Romano will just scold you. She won't actually call your parents." He smiled. The kind of smile you give a dog when you want it to sit. "We've known each other our whole lives. I know you're a kind person, Sera." That's when I knew. Any affection I'd had for Julian died in that moment. I smiled back. Sweet as poison. "Ms. Romano loves you, Julian. You're the star quarterback. Why don't you go tell her the vibrator is yours? I bet she won't even scold you." Julian's face went black. "Sera!" "Believe whatever fantasy you want about Ivy's 'challenge.' But leave me out of it." I shoved past him and walked out.
I knew they wouldn't give up. So I hired a hacker online. Had them break into Julian's phone. Gave me access to everything. Two days later, I was reading their text conversation. I saw Ivy crying to Julian about how scared she'd been. Their conversation got flirty. Then Ivy changed the subject. Mentioned her next "task." She had to plant her underwear in another guy's desk. I almost choked. This girl had balls of steel. Looked like the last incident hadn't taught her enough. Julian was clearly reluctant. Then he said: "Does it have to be yours? What about someone else's? I'm going to Sera's house this weekend. I'll use hers. That way, we can also get you off the hook for the vibrator thing." "With her underwear involved, Sera won't be able to accuse you so easily anymore." Watching them casually plan this out, I smiled coldly. Waited for the weekend. Julian and I were neighbors. We'd grown up together. Actual childhood friends. Both of us were top students with Ivy League dreams. Our parents loved that we were close. But ever since Ivy transferred in six months ago, Julian and I had drifted apart. He hadn't come over in months. So when he showed up at my door that Saturday, my parents were thrilled. "Sera! Julian's here!" They welcomed him warmly. "Come in and study with Sera. I'll make you both lunch." Julian smiled at me. Ruffled my hair like old times. I pulled away. My parents laughed. "Did you two have a fight?" Julian smiled so sincerely it made me sick. "I'm sorry, Sera. I was wrong the other day. Forgive me?" I studied his face. Behind the smile, I could see the impatience. The irritation. "You really know you were wrong?" He forced a laugh. "I was wrong, I was wrong. Now let me in." The last shred of nostalgia I had for him evaporated. I stepped aside. After lunch, Julian said he had to go. The second he left, I checked my room. The new pack of underwear I'd just bought? Gone.
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