Gianna has a pretty decent life as a teenager in high school she has her best friends Mavis and Karan by her side she has a good grades and a okay relationship with her parents she has her problems that no one really knows about because it's hard...
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The week had been surprisingly calm after that Friday party, and I hadn't heard a peep from Alex. Excitement for the musical consumed me, and Monday marked the beginning of what I hoped would be a drama-free week. However, tranquility gave way to turmoil on Sunday night.
As I casually scrolled through Instagram, an unusual tag caught my attention. "What the fuck is this?" I mumbled, tapping on the notification. I usually didn't delve into such things, but curiosity got the better of me. The screen unfolded a video – Alex talking about our relationship.
"The hell?" I muttered, my eyes narrowing as I listened to his words. He delved into his feelings, leaving me in a state of confusion and frustration. Why didn't he tell me about his feelings?
As the video played on, I felt a rising heat within me. The peace of the previous week shattered, replaced by a storm of emotions triggered by Alex's unexpected revelations. Heartbroken and agitated, I couldn't fathom why he hadn't approached me directly.
My emotions took another hit when I stumbled upon another video – Alex dancing with other girls at a different party. "Seriously?" I scoffed, my initial confusion evolving into a mix of hurt and disappointment. And when i thought this going to be calm i guess wrongs. the bustling school hallway, anger coursing through my veins, I stormed towards Jamal. The whispers and glances from other students became background noise as I confronted him. Pinning him against the wall, I demanded answers.
"Why, Jamal? Why would you do this?" I seethed, frustration evident in my voice. The intensity of my gaze bore into him, challenging him to be honest.
Jamal, feigning innocence, played dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about, Gia."
I scoffed at his act, not buying into the charade. "Cut the shit , Jamal. I'm not playing games. Who released the the fucking videos?"
The crowd around us grew, drawn by the escalating confrontation. I could sense the weight of their gaze, but my focus remained on Jamal. I repeated my question, louder this time, "Tell me, Jamal, who released the video or u swear to god by the time I'm finished with you you won't be able to any children and I'll ruin you're life"
