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Betrayed by Childhood Friend

I was coaxed into a hotel by Zamir, my childhood friend. Just when things were about to reach their peak, he stopped. “No, we’re like family.” A bitter feeling welled up inside me, but naively, I thought he was doing it for my own good. It wasn’t until the next day that I overheard him reassuring another girl: “See, last night she was right there in front of me, and I held back.” “I really have no interest in her. Doesn’t that prove my loyalty to you?” --- We were just a step away from everything finally coming together when Zamir abruptly stopped, climbing off me to sit on the edge of the bed, catching his breath. I looked at him in confusion, wanting to ask, but feeling too shy to find the words. His voice was hoarse as he softly said, “Kya, no, we’re like family.” I thought I’d misheard him and stared at him in disbelief. “Listen, we can’t cross this line.” His tone was gentle, yet it made clear his rejection and the boundary not to be crossed. I felt humiliated, my face burning with embarrassment, wishing I could disappear. But I also felt incredibly hurt—after all, he was the one who’d initiated this.
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Chapter 5

My roommate was already asleep, but I lay in bed, tossing and turning until I finally drifted off at dawn. When I woke up, it was already noon. Everly's excited voice pulled me from sleep.

Her grad school exam results were out, and she had done well. Everly shook my bed with enthusiasm, exclaiming, "Kya, wake up! Thanks to you helping me with English, I scored an 81 on that tough exam! I'm so proud of myself. Let's go shopping later; I'll treat you to some grilled sandwiches!"

Everly led me to a new mall near the university, chatting about a great sandwich place she wanted to try. The restaurant was packed, and there was a line. I took the chance to use the restroom. On my way back, I unexpectedly bumped into Zamir Chavez with Keilani Shaw at his side.

I had no intention of talking to them and was about to turn away when Keilani stepped in front of me, blocking my path. "Kya James, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same thing," I replied.

"You have every right to be here, but I'm just wary of certain shameless people who love to play games and fail, then won't back off," she retorted.

Her words made me tremble with anger. "Care to repeat that?" I challenged.

With a taunting smile, she replied, "Am I wrong? Your reputation precedes you now." Her voice dripped with malice. "Do you remember how close you were with my boyfriend?"

People passed by, glancing curiously, each stare feeling like a brand on my skin. My face burned, and my throat tightened as if seized by an invisible hand, leaving me speechless.

I clenched my fists and glared at her. Zamir stepped forward, shielding her. "Kya, we’re just friends. I have my own life now," he said. "I have a girlfriend, and we should keep our distance. Stop clinging to me."

I was stunned, my expression a mix of shame and anger, unable to believe what I was hearing. "What did you just say? Who's clinging to you?"

My voice broke with emotion, and before I could finish my sentence, tears streamed down my face. Keilani smirked victoriously and pressed on, "Can you deny sneaking into my boyfriend's bed two nights ago?"

She continued, "Are you trying to play the victim now? Who are you crying for?" With a dismissive wave, she addressed Zamir. "Come on, baby, let's go."

As Zamir wrapped his arm around her, Keilani shot me a disdainful look and muttered, "Drama queen, so irritating." Then they turned and left, leaving me standing there, boiling with rage and humiliation.

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