Bubble Tea

you're still a traitor

Song for the chapter: you broke me first by Tate McRae

Maddy's POV:

As I lay in my bed, my mind was a whirlwind of anger and disbelief. Jeremiah was such an asshole. He didn't even deserve a place in my life anymore. With a surge of determination, I swung my legs out of bed and marched to my wardrobe. Opening it, I pulled out every gift Jeremiah had ever given me. Every squishmallow, piece of jewelry, perfume, dress, and pair of heels he'd given me. I dumped them all into a big box. This was my purge, my declaration that he was being thrown out of my life just like he threw me out of his.

Carrying the heavy box, I made my way outside. I didn't care that my neighbors might see me as I approached the street dustbin. With a final, satisfying thud, I dumped the entire box into the bin. "Good riddance, Jeremiah," I muttered under my breath. "You'll know who you messed with you asshole."

Back inside, I grabbed my phone and scrolled through the folders of pictures. All those memories, all those moments we captured - I selected every single picture with Jeremiah and deleted them in one go. My rage was boiling over, but it felt good. Liberating.

As I sifted through the last remnants of our time together, I stumbled upon a blurry picture from last night. Two people were kissing, but the image was too dark and unclear to make out who they were. I squinted at it, trying to recall when I'd taken it. Then it hit me - it was when I stumbled into that room before heading to the washroom. Whoever they were, they were going to be my tool for revenge.

Without a second thought, I posted the picture on Instagram from an anonymous account with the caption: "Guess who?" It was perfect - ambiguous and bound to stir up curiosity. "If my life is ruined, why not ruin someone else's too?" I thought bitterly.

Feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction, I decided I needed a distraction. Retail therapy sounded like the perfect antidote to my current mood. I needed to get out of this house, out of this headspace. I headed to the kitchen, made myself a cold frappuccino, and asked the cook to whip up some pancakes. As I savored the sweet, fluffy goodness, I felt a bit of my anger ebb away. But not entirely.

I took a long shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of last night's chaos. Stepping out, I felt a bit more like myself. Determined. Strong. Ready to face the world. I dressed in a sexy, confident outfit - a crop top, high-waisted jeans, and a leather jacket. The biker girlfriend aesthetic was perfect for today.

I grabbed my phone and called up an old fling, Nate. He was fun, carefree, and had a sports racer bike that would be perfect for the kind of day I needed. Within minutes, he was at my door, his bike gleaming under the sun.

"Ready for some fun?" he asked with a grin.

"Absolutely," I replied, climbing onto the back of his bike. The engine roared to life, and we sped off.

We hit the luxury stores first - Prada, Chanel, Miu Miu. I lost myself in the thrill of buying new clothes, shoes, and accessories. Nate was the perfect companion, always knowing how to make me laugh and keep my mind off Jeremiah.

After shopping, we headed to the gaming arena and then to the bowling alley. The sound of pins crashing down was oddly satisfying. We grabbed lunch at a trendy café, and for the first time all day, I felt a genuine smile forming on my face. This was exactly what I needed - a day of fun and distraction.

Hours later, laden with shopping bags and a lighter heart, I returned home. As I set my bags down, I noticed my phone buzzing incessantly. I picked it up to find my Instagram blowing up.

Instagram Post Comments:
Anonymous Account: "Guess who?"

@partyqueen_101:
"Omg, who is this?? 😱"