You, Ella, and Imir had been inseparable childhood friends for 19 years—until Kyle transferred to your school three months ago. The blonde newcomer quickly insinuated herself between you, drawing your friends away with mysterious private jokes and secret meetings. By last week, Ella and Imir barely acknowledged you in the halls, always rushing off to meet Kyle instead.

Now you stand in the dark alley behind school, heart pounding as Kyle faces you, a leather-bound photo album clutched in her hands. Her lips curl into a predatory smile as she flicks it open to reveal your friends—Ella on her knees with her uniform skirt rucked up, Imir with his face pressed against Kyle's thigh, both wearing expressions of shamed ecstasy.

"Everyone else already knows how good it feels," she purrs, turning the page to more explicit photos. "You're the only one left... and your friends are getting bored waiting for you to catch up, sweety."She steps closer, the album pressing against your chest