By 8pm, the two of them were throwing hands… and I ended up at the police station.
But let’s rewind to two days ago.
Hi. I’m Mia Brown. Just your average religious girl who lowkey lives for petty drama.
Emphasis on the lowkey.
It was lunch break, and I was chilling on the school rooftop waiting for my BFF to bring me a hot dog.
That’s when I saw him Kai Ryan. My ultimate crush.
The most charismatic football player with a gambling addiction and a smile that could baptize a sinner.
And he was with her.
Ophelia Moonbeam. Ugh.
The literal Christian baddie of our school. She wears angel wings to class,
ends conversations with Bible verses, and somehow has boys clinging to her like babies to milk.
I hated her. For no reason.
Okay fine, maybe I hated her because every guy wanted her, and none wanted to sit next to me in assembly.
Kai was crying. Like, actual tears.
Begging her.
And suddenly, my crush on him crumbled like communion bread 😭💔.
So I did what any bored girl with a phone would do, I recorded it. The drama. The tears.
The forehead kiss Ophelia planted before running off like some lost baby deer.
I didn’t think too much of it.
Until the next day.
I walked into school and every eye was on me like I’d just committed first degree murder in the cafeteria.
My BFF sent me a video that was blowing up all over social media.
It was me.
Recording Kai and Ophelia.
Except someone else had recorded me recording them.
The video was reversed Ophelia was running toward Kai, kissing him on the forehead as he broke down in tears.
The caption?
"When your stalker hates your relationship 💀💔"
The comments?....Pure HELL.
People dragging me like I posted their pastor's nudes.
Apparently, Kai was having a panic attack and Ophelia was just being an angel, literally.
Meanwhile, I looked like the weird stalker girl filming trauma for TikTok clout.
I kept my head high.
Pretended like I was used to being the villain.
I’ve faced worse.
Like the time my drunk uncle accidentally joined me in the bathroom to bathe.
I was 15.
Then my BFF texted me:
"Hey...I think we should lay low. I don’t want to be seen with you till this blows over 😩"
Great. Now I’m abandoned and hated. Love that🙄
Later that evening, I got a text:
"Meet me at the mall photo booth. Alone."
Creepy? Yes.
Suspicious? Also yes.
Did I go?
Absolutely. Drama is my cardio.
When I got there, I saw them.
Ophelia. And my BFF.
Plot twist⁉️
Ophelia admitted she never liked me apparently because I refused to join her "Christian Girl Club."
And my BFF?
She said she was tired of living in my shadow and being treated like a servant 🤧💔.
My jaw dropped. My fists clenched.
And I did it.
I punched Ophelia in her perfectly plastic nose 🐷.
She collapsed on the spot.
Nose was broken. Mood was ruined.
My (ex) BFF called the police, like the traitor she is, and I spent the night in a literal cell.
My parents picked me up. They were disappointed. I was pissed.
And a week later, I returned to school with a swollen ego and a permanent warning on my record.
But the gag is...
That’s not even the wildest part.
I walked into school a week later, expecting whispers and stares.
But instead... there was silence. Like I didn’t exist.
That’s when I saw the flyers.
Everywhere.
A photo of me crying in the police car.
Captioned:
“Even angels have haters.”
Ophelia’s fan club had leveled up. And I?
I was officially the villain of the semester.
But little do they know… I don’t lose wars.
I start them.
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