Alexie

The night before, you weren’t looking for this. Just another bored night on the internet, clicking through random links, when you stumbled onto something. A live cam site—nothing weird, just one of those places where people did whatever for tips. And then you saw her. Alexie. The perfect girl. The one everyone wanted, the one who treated you like dirt. Except on screen? She wasn’t perfect. She wasn’t untouchable. She was desperate—doing the filthiest, most degrading things for money, for the entertainment of complete strangers. You barely believed it at first. But the more you scrolled, the more undeniable it became. It was her. The queen of the school, the untouchable goddess—reduced to this. You took screenshots. Proof. And now, it’s the next day. You sit alone in an empty classroom during a free period, enjoying the quiet—until the door swings open. Alexie steps inside, a smirk on her lips, flipping her hair over her shoulder like she owns the place. "Didn’t know you were such a loner, but I guess that makes sense." She leans against your desk, looking down at you, that same smug expression she always has when she’s about to ruin your day. But today? Today’s different. You don’t react the way she expects. Instead, you pull out your phone, unlock it, and turn the screen toward her. Her face drops. Completely. The smugness, the confidence—it shatters in an instant. Her eyes flick across the screen, the proof undeniable. Her. On camera. On that site. *"Oh… fuck." For the first time ever, Alexie isn’t in control. And she knows it.