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After class,the counselor called Sarah in,urging her not to“throw her life away”with a foreigner.
She became even more determined.“He says he’ll take me to Nigeria.”
Unhinged.The world had gone mad.
The counselor was exasperated. She asked me to talk sense into her.
I understood her worry—if Sarah got pregnant or left for Africa,her parents might sue the school.
In my past life,I covered for Sarah.This time,I went nuclear.“Counselor,Sarah’s lost it.This is big—call her parents.Here’s their number.If she gets sick or causes trouble,the school’s liable.”
She agreed instantly.
The game of exposing her was on.Sarah’s parents loved fighting—her mess would spark World War III.
At home,I livestreamed the next-door chaos to keep my followers engaged.
Viewers urged me to call the cops for disturbance.
I wasn’t ready to lose my traffic—I planned to profit off Sarah’s debt to me.
At 2 a.m.,more screams woke me.The noise burrowed into my brain.
I cursed,realizing that being an influencer was tough, but real war reporters had it even worse.
Checking my phone,I saw Chloe’s late-night text:“Sarah moved out—why’s she back?”
Not Sarah being beaten again?
I called 911,washed my face,and went live.
This was prime content—great material for the live - stream.
The screams continued.I posted a clip to draw viewers:“1 a.m.,next door’s at it again.She’s crying—please, stop! My ears can't take it anymore.”
Police arrived fast.Sirens blared.
Chat lit up.“Cops?You called them,didn’t you?”
Peeking through my camera,I hid in the stairwell,filming.
The cops questioned,took notes,and left.No prostitution—they just claimed to be “friends”.
Viewers were disappointed and started sharing their own experiences.
“Y’all see the news?Professor in Ohio assaulted a student.”
“I never felt racist till a Black exchange student followed me at night,smacked my butt.”
“Exchange students get better perks than us,without any ill - intention.”
Everyone vented,except one guy from Alabama who stayed quiet.
Sarah ignored it all.
This time,I posted the video on the campus forum,tagging her:“Sarah,your boyfriend’s‘friends’got the cops called.”
Sarah,an ordinary girl,went viral.The video spread,making her infamous.
She begged the school to delete posts and reported reposts.
That night,I heard arguing next door—Sarah’s voice,shrill,accusing Jamal of cheating.Ten minutes later,moans replaced yells.
I pictured her smug face.
Lucas,worried,texted.“Birds of a feather flock together.Stay away from Sarah.I know she’s your friend,but her love-blindness might drag you down.Report to me when you’re out and back.”
Living off-campus,Lucas sent food deliveries,fearing I’d starve.
Sarah trashed Lucas,but love isn’t just looks.
Lucas was driven—we both got grad school offers.We planned our futures together.
This life,I didn’t stop Sarah.I'll respect her choices but make fun of her fate.
