[JASMINE – POV]
I should've known it wouldn't stay quiet.
By third period, the whole school was buzzing—and not in the "ooh, did you hear Lucas and Jasmine are cute?" kind of way. No, this was the "check your phone right now" type of drama.
Someone posted a video.
Not just any video.
Me. At that dumb party last year in Lagos. Drunk. Crying. Ayo's voice in the background, telling me I was nothing without him. Telling me to beg.
My blood ran cold.
How did he even—? I deleted that. I swore I deleted everything.
The comments were brutal.
"She's so fake."
"No wonder she acts hard."
"Lucas must be ashamed."
I couldn't breathe.
Then my phone buzzed again.
LUCAS: "Where are you?"
I couldn't reply.
I just ran—out of the classroom, down the hallway, straight into the bathroom stall where I could fall apart without the whole world watching.
Tears came fast. I didn't even try to stop them.
I hated him.
I hated Ayo.
But most of all—I hated how powerless I suddenly felt again.
[LUCAS – POV]
She wasn't in class. Her phone wasn't ringing.
And when I saw the video?
My fists shook. My chest hurt.
This wasn't just bullying.
This was war.
And Ayo just crossed a line he was never coming back from.