Your Rival Saw Me Naked
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Zoey Hale gets dumped-publicly and brutally-by her boyfriend for being "a boring virgin." Humiliated and furious, she turns to Chase Donovan, the school's most notorious bad boy, with one goal: fake date him to make everyone choke on their gossip. But their fake relationship turns real fast. "I dare you to kiss me," he says. She does-and it wrecks her. He sees through her fear, pushes past her walls, and helps her check off every forbidden item on her secret list-including the one that terrifies her most: "Sleep with someone who actually sees me." "Fuck, Zoey," he growls, "I need to feel all of you." Now she has to decide: was this just revenge, or is he the one thing that's real?
Chapter 1
Feb 21, 2026
The second that plastic Coke bottle pointed at Miles like some cursed compass, I knew we were about to witness a social apocalypse. And honestly? I was kinda here for it—until I realized I was the main character in this disaster movie.
My boyfriend Miles was doing his usual thing: arm around me but scrolling TikTok, basically treating me like human furniture. The whole setup screamed “trying too hard”—stolen beakers from chem class filled with flat Sprite, those cheap LED strips everyone orders off Amazon, and music so low you could barely hear it over everyone’s performative giggling.
“Bro, this is so aesthetic,” someone whispered, probably filming for their private story.
I was already feeling weird—that chest-tight, can’t-breathe thing that happens when you’re pretending everything’s fine but your body’s like “ma’am, we are NOT fine.” But whatever. Smile, laugh at the right moments, don’t be the buzzkill. Standard operating procedure.
Jaylen looked half-dead but still chaotic as hell. “Truth or dare, my guy?”
Everyone leaned in like this was the Met Gala reveal or something. Miles barely looked up from his phone. “Truth, I guess.”
And Jaylen—sweet, stupid Jaylen—grinned like he’d just discovered fire. “So are you two finally gonna hook up tonight or what?”
The laughter hit different. Not the good kind. The kind that makes your skin crawl and your stomach drop to your literal ass.
I opened my mouth to deflect—classic Zoey move—but Miles beat me to it.
“I dunno, ask her. She’s still saving it for marriage or whatever.”
The room exploded. Not cute giggles anymore. Full-on cackling. I felt my soul leave my body and hover somewhere near the ceiling, watching this train wreck in real time.
“Excuse me, what the actual fuck?” My voice came out all breathy and weird.
Miles didn’t even blink. “Come on, Z. Don’t act shocked. We’ve been together for two years. At some point you gotta stop being scared of your own body.”
Dead silence. The kind that makes your ears ring.
Amber Mays—because OF COURSE that pick-me girl was there—smirked from her little spot on the floor, looking like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment. Girl probably had her whole strategy planned out. I know she’s had her eye set on Miles for a while now.
I stood up so fast I got dizzy. Everything felt wrong—my hands, my legs, the air itself. Like I was underwater but also on fire. I just knew I had to get out before I completely lost it in front of everyone.
Miles followed me into the hallway, his footsteps echoing off the lockers like some horror movie soundtrack.
“Zoey, wait up,” he called out, casual as hell. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
I whipped around so fast. “Then what the hell WAS that?”
He ran his hand through his hair—that thing he does when he’s about to say something that’ll ruin my entire week. “I just… I can’t keep doing this anymore.”
“Doing what exactly?”
“Waiting for you to grow up.”
The audacity. THE AUDACITY.
“You’re still acting like we’re in middle school,” he continued, like he was explaining basic math to a toddler. “Everything’s rules and college apps and five-year plans. I need someone who’s actually fun.”
I stared at him. Actually stared. “So you’re dumping me because I won’t sleep with you?”
“No,” he said, and somehow this was worse. “I’m dumping you because you’re boring, Zoey. You’re safe. And I’m over being safe.”
He turned around and walked away like he hadn’t just nuked my entire existence. And when I looked through those glass doors? He was already next to Amber, whispering in her ear like I’d never existed.
Two years. TWO YEARS. I helped him write his college essays. I went to every single one of his lacrosse games, even the away ones that were like three hours in his mom’s minivan. I gave him everything except the one thing he decided was the only thing that mattered.
I don’t remember walking to the courtyard. One second I was staring through those doors, the next I was sitting on a freezing bench with a crumpled flyer about senior pictures stuck to my shoe. “Capture the moment!” it said. Yeah, I’d like to capture this moment and delete it from existence, thanks.
My phone was dead—obviously—and my hands were shaking like I’d had twelve Red Bulls. I folded myself into a little ball and tried not to think about how I was gonna face everyone tomorrow. How I was gonna survive the group chat blowing up. How I was gonna explain to my mom why Miles wasn’t coming to family dinner anymore.
“You’ve got that haunted look. Long night?”
I jerked my head up so fast I saw stars. Some guy was there—leaning against the bench across from me like he owned the shadows, hoodie slouched just enough to hint at sharp collarbones, one hand deep in his pocket, the other holding a bag of pretzels like it was a cigarette in a noir film. The streetlamp carved gold out of his cheekbones. His eyes flicked up, slow and deliberate, and locked on mine.
It was like being hit by a song I didn’t know I loved yet.
“What?”
He tilted his head, smiling—not sweet, not safe.
“You know,” he said, completely unbothered, “girl alone in the dark, emotional damage at peak levels. Very indie music video vibes. All you need is a cigarette and some pretentious caption about how love is dead.”
“Do I know you?” I squinted at him through the dark.
He stepped forward just a little—close enough that I could catch the trace of something expensive on his hoodie, something unruly and male and magnetic. His mouth curved.
“Not yet. Chase Donovan.”
Oh. OH. That Chase Donovan. The one teachers sighed about and girls got reckless over. The one who’d been in more fights than classes last semester, who wore bruises like accessories.The one with the family scandal, the broken-home mythology, the brother-shaped silence nobody ever explained.
The one Amber has been feverishly obsessed with before she finally gave up and switched to Miles.
He wasn’t just hot. He was dangerous like a secret you want to get caught keeping.
He tossed a pretzel onto the bench next to me. “Want one?”
“Do I look like I want a pretzel right now?”
“You look like you need something.”
“I need everyone to leave me alone.”
“You’ve been alone long enough.”
The words just hung there, heavy and unwanted. I could’ve told him to fuck off. Should’ve, probably. But there was something about the way he said it—no pity, no weird savior complex. Just… observation.
“Do you always ambush girls when their lives implode?” I asked.
“Only the interesting ones.”
I let out this bitter laugh. “You don’t even know what happened.”
“Don’t need to,” he shrugged. “Whatever it was sucked. You’re radiating damage.”
“That obvious?”
“To me.”
I looked away because his honesty was making my chest feel weird. Everything felt upside down. Like gravity had stopped working properly. But somehow he didn’t feel threatening. He wasn’t trying to fix me or comfort me or feed me bullshit about how everything happens for a reason.
“You ever think maybe ‘safe’ is just code for ‘I’m too lazy to actually see you’?” he asked, voice quieter now.
My throat burned. I didn’t answer, but I didn’t tell him to leave either.
He didn’t push. Just stood there, patient and still, like he had nowhere else to be. Like watching me fall apart was somehow interesting instead of pathetic.
“Guess I’ll let you get back to your melancholy,” he said, voice low and lazy, but not unkind. “See you around, heartbreak.”
And then he turned—no fanfare, no second look—and strolled off like he hadn’t just cracked something open in me I’d been duct taping shut for weeks.
I hated how much I wanted him to stay.
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