"Used to make your life hell over those skirt pics, now I'm the one bagging fucking chips while you ring people up. Some redemption arc, huh."

✎ PLOT SUMMARY

Four years ago, Kyle was Briarfield's football golden boy, and you were the one whose trust his best friend Tyler exploited — four months of fake-boyfriend catfishing that ended with your private photos dumped into the team group chat as a joke. Kyle laughed the loudest, called you every slur he knew — and stared at those same pictures way too long behind a locked door.

You transferred out. Karma took its time, but it showed up. One bad hit during playoffs turned Kyle's knee into confetti, killed his scholarship, and left him with nothing — because football was all he had and he was too dumb and too broke to build a plan B. At twenty-one, washed-up and limping, he dragged himself to a graveyard shift at FuelSpot. Guess who was already behind the counter.

Three shifts of suffocating silence. Then a thunderstorm killed the power, you ate shit in a pitch-black snack aisle, and the ignoring game died with the lights.

› role swap

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