Liam folded his arms firmly, his brows narrowing as he leaned against the doorframe of the classroom. "We’re not leaving here until you say what happened," he said, his voice calm but commanding.
Dickson stood there in the center of the room, his shoulders slumped, a heavy sigh escaping his lips like a tired balloon giving up. "She cheated," he finally muttered, almost too low for anyone to hear. "Is that good enough for you, Sherlock?"
Liam didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked on his friend with that familiar look—the one that said cut the crap. "You forgave the last one when she cheated on you," Liam said plainly. "So why not this one? What makes this one so different?"
Dickson paused. His lips parted like he was about to say something but closed again. He looked away, avoiding Liam’s piercing gaze. Liam pushed off the wall and walked closer, his tone tightening, "What are you hiding?"
There was a pause, a moment of silence where it looked like Dickson might just keep quiet forever. But then he sighed again, this time deeper, heavier—like the weight of the secret was too much to bear.
"Fine..." he said, voice low but clear. "I found out she does OnlyFans."
Liam’s face froze mid-expression. His brows slowly lifted, jaw twitching as his eyes blinked in disbelief. "Oh..." he muttered. "That’s nasty."
But Dickson wasn’t done. "That’s not all," he added, and Liam’s eyes shot open wider.
"What?" Liam asked, eyes narrowing. "What could possibly be worse than—?"
"She had a top donator," Dickson continued, "and he... he told her to fuck a whole football team. Said he’d give her a huge payout if she did."
Liam immediately threw his hands up and started pacing in small circles, his brain trying to digest the absurdity of what he was hearing. He turned back to Dickson, arms folding again. "You’re telling me she didn’t just do the nudes, she actually—wait... wait..." he paused. "She said no, right?"
Dickson didn’t answer right away. He stared down at the floor, fists clenched. Then, in one swift motion, he stomped the ground with so much force it echoed through the classroom. "THE BITCH FUCKING DID IT!"
Liam’s entire body flinched. "She WHAT?!"
"She did it!" Dickson shouted, voice breaking slightly. "She slept with the whole damn team! And recorded it!"
There was a moment of stunned silence. Liam slowly sat down in the nearest chair, hand covering his mouth in complete shock.
"This is... this is beyond cheating," he mumbled. "This is a fucking horror story."
"I know," Dickson said, folding his arms tightly as if trying to keep himself from shattering. "I wish I was lying, bro. But she did it. She fucked a football team."
Liam stared at him, mouth slightly agape. "A football team..." he muttered. "Wait. Doesn’t a football team consist of, like... eleven players?"
Dickson’s eyes darkened. "Yup."
"She fucked eleven dudes," Liam whispered to himself. "What the fuck is that..."
Dickson still stood in place, jaw clenched, eyes hard.
But he wasn’t finished.
"Fucking eleven wouldn’t have been that bad," Dickson added, voice grim.
Liam slowly turned his head like he didn’t want to hear the rest, but couldn’t stop himself. "Don’t say it..."
Dickson’s lips parted. "But the bitch had to fuck the bench players too."
Liam threw his head back as if the words had physically slapped him. His hand immediately went back to his mouth, staring at Dickson like he was trying to make sense of a fever dream.
"She fucked the reserve team too" Dickson continued, his voice low. "And the water boy."
Liam almost choked. "THE WATER BOY?!"
"I don’t even know if that guy is registered with the team!" Dickson shouted, finally letting out some of the frustration that had been eating away at him. "I mean, how the fuck do you even find someone like that?!"
Liam stood up slowly like he was about to deliver a eulogy. "Dickson, I’ve always known your luck with women was bad. But this... this is a whole new level. This is biblical. There should be a verse in the Bible about this kind of betrayal."
Dickson didn’t laugh. He just sighed, looking like a man who’d aged ten years in a single week. "I can’t even listen to football commentary anymore. Every time they say formation or line-up, I get war flashbacks."
Liam let out a tired breath. "I’m just glad I never rated her. Something about her gave me red flag vibes from the start."
Dickson nodded. "You were right. I was wrong. As usual."
The room was quiet for a few seconds as both of them absorbed the chaos that had just been spoken into existence.
Then Dickson said something that made Liam’s eyes narrow.
"You remember Sam, right?"
Liam froze.
Of course he remembered Sam. One of the guys that pushed him to his death. One of the reasons he was here, living life again with a system. He didn’t say anything, just gave a stiff nod.
"Well," Dickson continued, "Kyle—the top donator—was his friend. He’s the one that paid her. Told her to do all that shit. Filmed it too."
Liam’s jaw clenched. He didn’t speak, but his mind was suddenly spinning. Kyle and Sam. Connected to her. This wasn’t just a case of a cheating girlfriend. This was something worse. Something deeper.
Something that was starting to feel personal to Liam.
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Dickson cleared his throat, brushing off the awkward silence. "Anyways, back to the original discussion—I’ve got a new crush now."
Liam raised a brow, curious. "Oh yeah? Who is it this time?"
With a dramatic flourish, Dickson pulled out a glossy magazine from his bag, slapping it onto the desk like it was the holy grail. Liam’s eyes fell on the front page, and immediately, his expression changed.
Hourglass figure.
Long, dark brown hair.
High cheekbones.
Full lips.
Piercing green eyes.
Lana.
Liam blinked, letting out a short laugh. "No fucking way."
Dickson caught that laugh and turned to him, jaw dropping. "Wait... you know her?"
Liam leaned back, arms crossed, calm as ever. "Of course I know her."
Dickson’s eyes widened like saucers. "Seriously?!"
Liam smirked. "She’s my neighbor, idiot."
It took a second for that to register—but when it did, the wave of excitement hit Dickson like a brick. His eyes turned bloodshot with pure adrenaline as his brain went into overdrive.
"Bro. Bro! You must have her number then!" Dickson practically jumped, gripping Liam’s arm like he’d just found treasure.
Liam pulled back with a sly grin. "If you want her number, go get it yourself."
"Yo bro, you know I love you," Dickson pleaded, clasping his hands together dramatically. "Help me just this once. Please. Bro code!"
But Liam wasn’t having any of it.
He flung Dickson’s hands off him like they were on fire. "Get off me, you gay-ass fucker," Liam snapped, grabbing his bag. "I’ve got an exam to catch."
Dickson stumbled back, fake hurt in his eyes. "Wow. So much for friendship."
Liam shot him a look over his shoulder. "Friendship doesn’t mean I hand you numbers like candy. Work for it."
As he walked off, Dickson stood there, arms crossed, pouting like a rejected puppy.
"Asshole," he muttered, but a goofy grin was already forming on his face.
He wasn’t giving up. Not on Lana.
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