They Made Me the Villain
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By lunchtime, the story had changed.
Not slightly.
Completely.
Zaynab wasn’t just a “boyfriend snatcher” anymore.
Now she was desperate. Manipulative. Fake.
And somehow—
It kept getting worse.
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“She begged him.”
“I heard she’s been texting him at night.”
“She acts quiet, but she’s actually very loose.”
Zaynab walked past them like she didn’t hear.
Like none of it mattered.
But the truth?
It did.
Every word sat heavy in her chest, like something pressing down, refusing to let her breathe properly.
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She found an empty seat at the back of the class and sat down.
For once, she didn’t take out her books.
Didn’t pretend.
Didn’t try.
She just… sat.
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Her phone buzzed again.
Zaynab stared at it for a long moment before picking it up.
Another message.
Another unknown number.
Her stomach tightened.
Slowly, she opened it.
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A video.
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Her fingers hesitated.
Then she pressed play.
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Her breath stopped.
It was her.
Outside the school gate.
Talking to Zaid.
But the video was edited.
Cut in a way that made it look like something else entirely.
Like she was chasing him.
Like she was begging him.
Like everything people were saying—
Was true.
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Zaynab’s hand went cold.
This wasn’t a rumor anymore.
This was planned.
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“Enjoying the show?”
Zaynab looked up.
Tami stood there.
Calm.
Smiling.
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Zaynab locked her phone slowly. “You did this.”
Tami tilted her head. “Did what?”
“Don’t pretend.”
“I’m not pretending,” she said lightly. “People just see what they want to see.”
Zaynab stood up.
For the first time—
There was no calm in her eyes.
“Take it down.”
Tami’s smile widened. “Or what?”
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Silence stretched between them.
But this time, it wasn’t weak.
It was dangerous.
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“I said,” Zaynab repeated, her voice lower now, “take it down.”
Tami stepped closer.
“You really think you can tell me what to do?”
Zaynab didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t step back.
“No,” she said. “But I know you’re behind it.”
Tami laughed softly. “And if I am?”
Zaynab leaned in slightly.
“Then you better be ready for what comes next.”
That caught her off guard.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
Tami’s expression hardened.
“You’re finally showing your real self.”
Zaynab straightened. “No. I’m just done letting you decide it.”
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Around them, people had started watching.
Phones out.
Recording.
Waiting.
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Tami noticed too.
And just like that—
Her strategy changed.
Her voice softened.
Her expression shifted.
She stepped back suddenly, her face twisting like she’d been hurt.
“Wow…” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’re really threatening me now?”
Zaynab’s brows furrowed. “What?”
“I didn’t think you’d go this far,” Tami continued, her voice breaking just enough to sound real. “First you take him, now you want to scare me too?”
Murmurs spread instantly.
Of course they did.
This was what people understood.
Drama.
Victims.
Villains.
Zaynab looked around.
And in that moment—
She saw it clearly.
They had already chosen.
It didn’t matter what she said.
Did.
Proved.
They had decided who she was.
Her chest tightened.
But her face?
Still calm.
Still controlled.
“Say whatever you want,” Zaynab said quietly.
Tami blinked, slightly thrown off.
“Because at this point…” Zaynab continued, her voice steady, “you don’t need the truth anymore. You just need attention.”
A few people shifted.
That hit.
Tami’s eyes flashed. “You think you’re better than everyone?”
“No,” Zaynab said. “I just don’t need to lie to be seen.”
Silence.
Real silence this time.
Then—
Clapping.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Both girls turned.
Zaid.
Leaning casually against the classroom door, like he’d been there the whole time.
Watching.
Listening.
“That,” he said, pushing himself off the wall, “was interesting.”
Zaynab stiffened slightly. “Stay out of this.”
Zaid ignored her.
His eyes were on Tami now.
“Posting edited videos?” he said. “That’s new.”
Tami’s expression tightened. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know enough,” he replied calmly. “Like the fact that the original video is still on my phone.”
The air shifted.
Hard.
Tami froze.
Just for a second.
But again—
It was enough.
Zaid stepped forward.
“You should delete it,” he added. “Before this gets worse for you.”
The threat wasn’t loud.
But it was clear.
Tami looked between them.
Zaynab.
Zaid.
Everyone watching.
For the first time—
She was losing control.
But girls like Tami didn’t go down quietly.
“This isn’t over,” she said, her voice low again, sharp. “You think one video changes anything?”
Zaid didn’t answer.
Zaynab didn’t either.
Because they both knew—
She was right.
Tami turned and walked out.
But this time—
She didn’t look back.
The room slowly started buzzing again.
But something had changed.
Zaynab exhaled slowly.
Her hands were steady.
But inside?
Everything was shifting.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said without looking at Zaid.
“I know.”
“Then why did you?”
He stepped closer.
Close enough for his voice to drop.
“Because I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
Zaynab turned sharply.
“I’m not yours.”
Zaid didn’t even blink.
“We’ll see.”
Her heart betrayed her again—
One sharp, unexpected beat.
And that scared her more than anything else.
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