“Nothing. Just—” But my thumb is already tapping the link before I can stop myself.
It opens an app and loads a video.
My heart rate increases, memories of the last time a video like this was sent to me come rushing back. When I found out Jamie cheated on me.
As the video loads, I start to feel nauseous.
Jenni’s in a bed wearing—wait, is thatmynight shirt? She lifts her arm, revealing more of the top. It definitely looks like mine, and those sheets—that’s Zachs room. I recognize the nightstand and window behind her.
Her smile widens on the screen as she toys with her messy hair.
I read the caption.
“Sometimes the right person shows up when you need them most,” she says to the camera with a soft smile. “Thank you for helping me get through tonight. ??”
The timestamp shows last night. 11:47 PM.
My hands start shaking.
How did she get in there? She was home before 7 AM this morning. What the hell is going on?
I scroll down to the comments before I can stop myself.
@beccaaa_12: Honey who? ??
@zachsgirl91: She’s supposed to be your bestie. This is MESSY
@footballfanatic: upgrade tbh
@sarah_jones_: Poor Honey probably still thinks they're together ??
@stmikes2027: He deserves someone who doesn't cry at every game
@jennaloveszach: Jenni > Honey any day of the week
There are hundreds more. All of them laughing at me. All of them confirming what I already know. That I’m a failure at every single part of my life.
“Honey, what—” Olivia leans over to see my screen and her face hardens immediately. “Oh, fuck no. Give me your phone.”
“She was at Zach’s,” I whisper. “Last night. She was in his bed while I was crying in mine.”
“Honey, listen to me.” Olivia grabs my wrist, forcing me to look at her. “She's lying. Youknowshe's lying. You saw it for yourself.”
“But how did she get in his house?” My voice breaks. “How did she get in if he didn't—”
“She broke in. She stole a key. I don't know, but Zach didn't let her in. You know he didn't.”
“Everyone's laughing at me.” My voice sounds hollow. “Look at the comments. They all think—”
“They're idiots on the internet who don't know anything,” Olivia says fiercely. “Don't give them power over you.”
But I can't think straight. Everything that’s happened over the last two days comes back to the forefront.
Useless. Pathetic. Failure. No.
A sound cuts through my spiraling thoughts. Not cheering this time.
Booing.