New Girl, Sids Charm (Sid Jenkins x Reader)

Unveiling Secrets

The tranquility that had settled over Bristol was abruptly shattered one evening when an urgent text from Tony summoned the group to his house. The message was cryptic, filled with a sense of urgency that set everyone's nerves on edge.

Y/N arrived at Tony's house first, her heart pounding in anticipation. She found Tony pacing in the living room, a troubled look etched across his face.

"Tony, what's going on?" Y/N asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Tony stopped pacing and looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and fear. "There's something you all need to see," he said, handing her a small USB drive.

One by one, the rest of the group arrived—Michelle, Sid, Jal, Chris, Maxxie, and Anwar. They exchanged uneasy glances as Tony plugged the USB drive into his laptop and brought up a video file.

"What's this about, Tony?" Chris asked, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by concern.

Tony took a deep breath. "I found this video on my computer. It was taken the night we all stayed here. Just watch."

As the video began to play, the room fell silent. The footage showed the events of that night, but it was what happened after everyone had fallen asleep that shocked them all.

In the grainy video, a shadowy figure moved through the house, stopping in front of Sid and Y/N's room. The figure entered, and the camera angle shifted, revealing a hidden camera set up in the corner of the room.

Sid's eyes widened in horror. "Who the hell set up a camera in there?"

The group watched in stunned silence as the figure approached the bed where Sid and Y/N lay asleep. The figure then began rummaging through Sid's belongings, taking something from his bag before slipping out of the room.

Jal broke the silence, her voice shaking. "Who did this? And why?"
Tony's face was grim. "I don't know, but there's more."

He fast-forwarded the video to the morning after the party. The footage showed Sid waking up and finding the earrings on the bedside table. But then, in a twist no one expected, the video cut to another angle showing Sid himself, in a dazed state, setting up the hidden camera earlier that evening.

Y/N gasped, her heart sinking. "Sid, why would you...?"

Sid looked completely bewildered. "I have no memory of this. I swear, I didn't do it on purpose!"

Michelle, her voice filled with anger and betrayal, stepped forward. "Sid, how could you? We've all been so worried, and you've been hiding this from us?"

Sid shook his head frantically. "I don't remember any of this! Someone must have drugged me or something."

Maxxie, trying to keep a level head, suggested, "Maybe there's more to this. We should figure out who else was at Tony's that night. Maybe someone set Sid up."

Tony nodded. "We need to get to the bottom of this. But for now, we need to stick together and be honest with each other."

Anwar, still processing the revelation, added, "If Sid was set up, we need to find out who did it and why. This isn't just about the camera; it's about all of us."

As the group discussed their next steps, the tension in the room was palpable. Trust had been shattered, and the lines between friend and foe had blurred. The realization that someone within their circle—or close to it—had orchestrated this left them all feeling vulnerable and betrayed.
Y/N, feeling a mix of confusion and hurt, looked at Sid. "I want to believe you, Sid. But we need to find out the truth."

Sid nodded, his expression one of desperation. "I understand, Y/N. I'll do whatever it takes to prove I didn't do this intentionally."

Tony stood up, his voice firm. "We start by going over everything we know and retracing our steps from that night. Someone is messing with us, and we need to find out who."

As they gathered around Tony's laptop, piecing together the fragments of that fateful night, the group felt the weight of their shared history bearing down on them. The bonds that had once held them together were now strained, and the path to uncovering the truth was fraught with uncertainty and danger.

The real question remained: who among them could be trusted, and who was pulling the strings from the shadows?