His Regret, My Revenge

“They said love is sweet in high school. But mine? It was a scandal.” Before I turned eighteen, I made myself a promise — That I’d give my first time to the boy I adored. Not just any boy. Knoxx Montero. Captain of the basketball team. A walking daydream with fire in his hands and chaos in his smile. He was bold, bright, magnetic. I was quiet. Unseen. A shadow in the hallway with graphite-stained fingers and a sketchbook full of fantasies. He didn’t know me. Not really. But I knew everything about him. And when he looked at me — when he actually saw me — I thought the universe had finally decided to be kind. I thought it was fate. I thought I was special. I thought I was enough. But I wasn’t a miracle. I wasn’t a muse. I wasn’t even a memory. I was just… a bet. A sick, twisted game. My virginity was the prize. And I gave it to him willingly — wrapped in trust, in trembling hands, in stupid, blind love. They laughed. They whispered. They recorded it. It went viral before my heart could even finish breaking. And worse? He let them. He watched me fall — and didn’t catch me. I left our town with a suitcase full of shame and a soul that didn’t shine anymore. No goodbye. No closure. Just silence… and scars. But time has a funny way of rewriting stories. Five years later I walk runways instead of school halls. I wear confidence like lipstick. And heels sharper than the pain I survived. I’m not Aria-the-quiet-girl anymore. I’m Aria Storme — a name they now want to book, follow, and worship. But fate? It’s still cruel. Because now, he’s back. Famous. Rich. Beautiful. And carrying regret like a ghost in his eyes. He wants to chase me again. He says he’s changed. He says he’s sorry. But this time… I don’t know if I want to be caught. Or if I just want him to hurt the way I did.