You Lying Slut

YOU LYING Slut Chapter 1 Sarah Carter had never been the type to start drama. She preferred staying behind the scenes—editing the yearbook, managing the theater crew, and keeping her head down at Silver Ridge High. But that was before the text. Before her entire world turned upside down during third-period calculus. She was scrolling through i********:, pretending to care about derivatives, when the message lit up her phone. From: Unknown “You should ask your bestie why she was in Jake’s car last night. 😉” Her heart paused. Her bestie, Ava James, had been her ride-or-die since 7th grade. And Jake Maddox? He was Sarah’s boyfriend. Or, at least, he was last night. She blinked at the message, re-read it, then slid her eyes across the classroom. Ava sat just two rows ahead, laughing at something with her perfectly glossed lips and signature over-the-shoulder hair flip. Something in Sarah’s chest cracked. Sarah didn’t text back. Instead, she excused herself, hands shaking, and headed to the girls’ bathroom. Once inside, she pulled up Ava’s Snap Map. Ava had been near Jake’s house. At 11:47 PM. Jake told Sarah he’d gone to bed at ten. “You lying b***h,” Sarah whispered to her reflection, but she wasn’t sure if she meant Ava… or herself for believing either of them. Chapter 2 By lunch, Silver Ridge High was buzzing. Rumors moved faster than the Wi-Fi. Someone had screen-recorded Jake and Ava at the gas station at midnight. He was in his hoodie. She was in his passenger seat. She was laughing. He was smirking. Sarah felt the stares as she walked into the cafeteria. Her tray trembled in her hands, but her face stayed still—like marble. Don’t let them see you break, she told herself. Ava waved her over with a smile that looked too bright, too clean. Sarah sat. “You good?” Ava asked, biting into her celery stick like she didn’t just blow up Sarah’s heart. “Peachy,” Sarah replied. Ava’s brow lifted, slightly. “You sure?” “I just think it’s funny,” Sarah said, smiling sweetly. “How you’re such a good friend… but forgot to mention a little midnight joyride with my boyfriend.” The table went quiet. Ava blinked. “What are you talking about?” Sarah held up her phone. The screenshot glowed like a sword in her hand. Ava’s face drained, then flickered into a perfect poker mask. “He called me,” Ava said calmly. “He was drunk. I picked him up to make sure he didn’t drive. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d overreact.” “Overreact,” Sarah repeated. Her laugh was hollow. “Right. So being lied to is now me overreacting.” Ava leaned in, voice low. “Don’t make this a thing, Sarah. It wasn’t anything. Unless you want to make it something.” Sarah stood, calm and deadly. “It already is something. Chapter 3 The next day, Ava posted a t****k with the caption: “When your BFF thinks you're into her sloppy seconds 😂💅 #drama #delulu” The comments exploded. Sarah didn’t respond. Not online. Instead, she let the silence build. She smiled in class. She did her homework. She even congratulated Ava on her cheer routine during Friday’s pep rally. Then, on Monday morning, she set everything on fire. Literally. At 7:43 AM, half the school received an AirDropped file in the hallway titled: "Queen Ava, Unfiltered." It was a voice recording. Ava. Drunk. Crying. Talking to someone at a party weeks ago. “Honestly, if Sarah wasn’t such a boring prude, Jake wouldn’t even look at me. She doesn’t deserve him. I’m just doing him a favor.” The hallway went silent. Ava was in first period chem when it hit. Her phone buzzed nonstop. People stared. Laughed. Whispered. Sarah sat three rows away, filing her nails. Their eyes met across the Bunsen burners. “You lying b***h,” Ava mouthed. Sarah smiled. Game on Chapter 4 ( Final Chapter ) By Monday night, Silver Ridge High was on fire—and not the metaphorical kind anymore. Ava James had been dethroned. Her TikToks were flooded with snake emojis. Jake had ghosted her. Half her cheer squad quit the group chat. And Sarah? Sarah was thriving. Or at least, pretending to. She walked through the halls like she owned them, head high, hoodie zipped, and earbuds in. Everyone had something to say. Some cheered. Some pitied. Some whispered: Damn, Sarah really did that. But behind her calm smile was chaos. Because after everything… Jake texted her. > Jake Maddox: Can we talk? I didn’t know Ava recorded that. She twisted everything. I swear. She ignored it for an hour. Then two. Then she answered. > Sarah: 7 PM. Old tennis courts. Come alone. The sun was just setting when Jake showed up, hands in his pockets, expression soft. “You look... different,” he said. Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s what betrayal does. Makes you level up.” Jake took a step closer. “Look, I messed up. Ava kissed me. I didn’t stop it. But I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I didn’t even know she was recording that “I don’t care,” Sarah cut in. “You both lied. You both played me. And now, it’s done.” Jake looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. “So that’s it? You’re just… done?” She smiled. “Oh, Jake. I was done the moment I found out. This? This was just the funeral.” He looked confused—until his phone buzzed. Again. Then again. He pulled it out. Notifications exploding. Reddit. i********:. Twitter. Everyone was posting the second file. The video. Sarah had found it buried deep in Ava’s private Snap memories—after cracking her phone’s passcode, thanks to a dumb clue Ava left in her t****k bio. The video showed Jake and Ava in the car. Her climbing over the console. His hand in her hair. Clear. Caught. No excuses. Sarah had waited for the right moment. Jake’s face turned pale. “You sent this?” Sarah nodded. “You’re both performers. Thought the world should see your best work.” He tried to grab her arm, but she stepped back. “Don’t touch me.” Then she walked away, the sun at her back, leaving Jake standing in the ruins of his own lies. The next day, Ava didn’t show up to school. Jake didn’t either. Sarah arrived early, coffee in hand, and sat down next to the morning announcements team. “Good morning, Silver Ridge,” she said into the mic. “This is Sarah Carter. And today’s news? Karma always delivers.” The light on the camera blinked red. Live. Everyone heard it. Everyone knew. And Sarah Carter? She never got played again. The End.