radicalducati Chapter 208
Chapter 208
“That’s enough, Camila,” Ryan said, his voice loud and clear, cutting through the murmurs.
Camila turned to him, her smirk faltering. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Ryan said, his tone firm. “This has gone too far. Everyone here deserves to know the truth about you.”
The crowd gasped, their attention snapping to Ryan as whispers erupted like wildfire.
“What’s he doing?” someone muttered.
“Is he actually calling her out?”
Ryan ignored the murmurs, his gaze locked on Camila. “Let’s start with the letter. The one you planted in Avery’s locker to make Shawn think she was into me.”
Camila’s eyes narrowed, but Ryan didn’t stop. “I didn’t realize it at first, but it was you who wrote it, wasn’t it? You’ve been sabotaging Avery all night—spilling champagne on her, spreading rumors about Shawn, and now this stupid slideshow.”
“Prove it,” Camila said, her voice icy.
Ryan smirked. “I don’t need to. The people here aren’t idiots. They’ve seen enough of your games to know what you’re capable of.”
The crowd’s whispers grew louder, students exchanging knowing looks. Camila’s reputation for manipulation had long been an open secret, but no one had dared to confront her this openly before.
Avery, who had been standing silently, finally stepped forward. Her voice was steady but laced with anger. “It all makes sense now,” she said, her gray eyes boring into Camila. “You forged that letter, didn’t you? You wanted Shawn to doubt me so you could stir up drama.”
Camila scoffed, trying to maintain her composure. “You’re delusional, Avery. Why would I waste my time on you?”
“Because you can’t stand seeing someone else happy,” Avery snapped. “You thrive on tearing people down so you can feel better about yourself.”
Shawn stepped closer, his green eyes blazing with fury. “And you didn’t stop there. You’ve been spreading lies about me too—about my past, my family, everything. All because I didn’t give you the attention you wanted.”
Camila flinched at his words, her carefully constructed mask slipping for the first time. The crowd’s murmurs grew louder, their support shifting away from her and toward Avery and Shawn.
“That’s messed up,” someone in the crowd muttered.
“Did she really do all that?” another student whispered.
“She’s always been like this,” a cheerleader said quietly. “I’ve seen her sabotage people before.”
The tide was turning, and Camila knew it. Her smirk wavered as she realized the crowd was no longer on her side.
Ryan stepped forward again, his voice sharp. “It’s over, Camila. No one’s buying your act anymore. Maybe it’s time you took a good look at yourself and figured out why you can’t stand to see other people happy.”
Camila’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an ally, but the faces staring back at her were cold and unforgiving.
“Fine,” she spat, her voice trembling with rage. “You all want to side with them? Go ahead. But don’t think for a second that this is over.”
With one final glare at Avery and Shawn, Camila turned on her heel and stormed out of the gym, her red gown swishing dramatically behind her. The heavy doors slammed shut behind her, leaving the room in stunned silence.
For a moment, no one moved. Then, slowly, the crowd began to clap. It started with a few students and quickly grew louder, the applause echoing off the walls.
Avery stood frozen, unsure of how to react. She glanced at Shawn, who gave her a reassuring nod, and then at Ryan, who was now standing slightly apart from the group, his expression unreadable.
“Are you okay?” Shawn asked, stepping closer to Avery.
“I think so,” she said, her voice shaky. “I just… I can’t believe she did all of that.”
“I can,” Shawn said grimly. “She’s been doing this to people for years. But not anymore. Not to you.”