Campus Belle’s Stolen Videos - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Jason wasn't stupid. Once he noticed something suspicious, he'd dig like a bloodhound. "Why do I see a man there? What the hell are you two up to?"
My brain scrambled for excuses, but that shadowy figure in the background was a smoking gun I couldn't explain away.
I stumbled through half-formed lies as Jason kept hammering me with questions. Finally, I panicked and killed the video call.
The screen went black. My pulse roared in my ears as I shoved the phone at Jessica.
Her mess. Let her deal with the fallout.
Sure enough, Jessica and Jason had a nuclear breakup that night, torching their year-and-a-half relationship. Jessica went full rebel after that—parading around campus with Martin, hanging all over him like some lovesick groupie.
I thought that would be the end of it. Then the rumors started.
Whispers slithered through the school forum like snakes. Jessica and I were supposedly hooking up with not one, but two Black guys—the scandal du jour.
According to campus gossip, we were "thirsty sluts with no shame."
"This has Jason written all over it!" Jessica spat when she heard, already drafting her revenge plot.
But remembering Jason's face during that call—pure volcanic rage—I wasn't convinced. "We can't accuse him without proof."
Damage control came first. Jessica needed to cool it with the public displays.
"Both of you need to disappear for a while. Every time someone sees you together, it's gasoline on this fire."
Jessica's face twisted like I'd suggested cutting off her hands.
I hesitated before asking, "Are you two actually dating now?"
She squirmed. "God no. I just can't quit how good he is in bed."
Typical Jessica—all looks, zero common sense. Didn't she understand how this trashy behavior would follow her forever? "End it. Now. Before this gets worse."
Next day, I cornered Jason. "Did you start those forum rumors?"
His confusion seemed genuine—for about two seconds. Then that trademark smirk crawled across his face. "Why would I waste my time? If you're gonna play, don't cry when people talk."
My hands clenched into fists. "You disgusting liar! Nothing happened!"
Jason just shrugged. "Don't care about you. But that bitch Jessica? Total whore."
Thank God Jessica wasn't here to hear that—we'd have World War III on our hands.
But his reaction told me everything. This wasn't his doing.
Jason only hated Jessica. I was collateral damage.
Which meant... someone had specifically targeted me.
A mental Rolodex of enemies flipped through my mind until one face froze the reel.
Time to investigate.
The forum admin could trace the rumor's origin. No proof, no justice.
After some digging, we found the moderator.
Roadblock—they wouldn't reveal user data.
Enter Jessica, deploying her secret weapon: batting her eyelashes until the admin caved.
"IP address traces to the foreign teachers' housing."
Ice water flooded my veins.
Reginald and Martin.
Called it.
My brain scrambled for excuses, but that shadowy figure in the background was a smoking gun I couldn't explain away.
I stumbled through half-formed lies as Jason kept hammering me with questions. Finally, I panicked and killed the video call.
The screen went black. My pulse roared in my ears as I shoved the phone at Jessica.
Her mess. Let her deal with the fallout.
Sure enough, Jessica and Jason had a nuclear breakup that night, torching their year-and-a-half relationship. Jessica went full rebel after that—parading around campus with Martin, hanging all over him like some lovesick groupie.
I thought that would be the end of it. Then the rumors started.
Whispers slithered through the school forum like snakes. Jessica and I were supposedly hooking up with not one, but two Black guys—the scandal du jour.
According to campus gossip, we were "thirsty sluts with no shame."
"This has Jason written all over it!" Jessica spat when she heard, already drafting her revenge plot.
But remembering Jason's face during that call—pure volcanic rage—I wasn't convinced. "We can't accuse him without proof."
Damage control came first. Jessica needed to cool it with the public displays.
"Both of you need to disappear for a while. Every time someone sees you together, it's gasoline on this fire."
Jessica's face twisted like I'd suggested cutting off her hands.
I hesitated before asking, "Are you two actually dating now?"
She squirmed. "God no. I just can't quit how good he is in bed."
Typical Jessica—all looks, zero common sense. Didn't she understand how this trashy behavior would follow her forever? "End it. Now. Before this gets worse."
Next day, I cornered Jason. "Did you start those forum rumors?"
His confusion seemed genuine—for about two seconds. Then that trademark smirk crawled across his face. "Why would I waste my time? If you're gonna play, don't cry when people talk."
My hands clenched into fists. "You disgusting liar! Nothing happened!"
Jason just shrugged. "Don't care about you. But that bitch Jessica? Total whore."
Thank God Jessica wasn't here to hear that—we'd have World War III on our hands.
But his reaction told me everything. This wasn't his doing.
Jason only hated Jessica. I was collateral damage.
Which meant... someone had specifically targeted me.
A mental Rolodex of enemies flipped through my mind until one face froze the reel.
Time to investigate.
The forum admin could trace the rumor's origin. No proof, no justice.
After some digging, we found the moderator.
Roadblock—they wouldn't reveal user data.
Enter Jessica, deploying her secret weapon: batting her eyelashes until the admin caved.
"IP address traces to the foreign teachers' housing."
Ice water flooded my veins.
Reginald and Martin.
Called it.
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