I Want To Take You Out

Isabelle's POV

Harley was so excited that I won the competition. She was still live streaming with her fans.

"Can you believe it?" she squealed, her fingers flying across her phone screen to read the comments. "My views increased so fast! Everyone is talking about how epic that final round was. You crushed it!"

As she gushed, I glanced toward the exit where she had disappeared moments ago. Her forced smile, the stiffness in her posture — it wasn't just the sting of defeat. It was fear. Good.

The secrets she guarded so desperately would surface in time. I didn't need to chase her down or expose them outright. People like her always tripped over their own lies. And when she fell, I would be there to remind the world of the difference between us.