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I (16F at the time) used to be in a trio with “Sara” (16F) and “Olivia” (17F). We were really close.

But over time, things with Olivia got draining. Every hangout revolved around boys. She’d either invite a guy we didn’t even know or spend the entire time glued to her phone, snapchatting like we weren’t even there. Sara and I tried to brush it off because we’re teenagers. It’s normal. But it started to feel like we were just placeholders in her life.

Over time, Olivia just stopped talking to us. No fights and no closure.

She didn’t even “end” the friendship. She just disappeared. Ignored us at school and left our messages on delivered. It hurt more than I expected, because of how easily she threw us away.

So eventually, Sara and I stopped trying with her. We moved on. And honestly, things got better for us.

Then Sara started to see this really cool guy seriously. They have already been through a long situationship for a year now. The whole school knew about it. And Sara was genuinely happy. And I was sooo happy for her.

But Olivia came back into our lives during that era. Olivia inserted herself back into our lives. Not by apologizing, or clearing things up. But talking to Sara’s Bf behind Sara’s back.

And the messages weren’t innocent. The way she spoke to him, the pictures she sent… it wasn’t “just friends” like Olivia said she and him were. And what hurt even more was the way she talked about Sara to him. Like she was nothing and didn’t matter.

Sara was crushed. She was angry, embarrassed, heartbroken all at once. And I was angry too.

But then… Sara started to change. Sara started talking about Olivia constantly to others. She began telling people really personal things about Olivia. Things that were private. Saying she’s a catfish, exposing things about her sex life, making comments about her home situation.

And every time I heard it, I felt that same knot in my chest. Olivia hurt us. What she did was wrong. Completely. But this didn’t feel right either.

So I told Sara. I said I understood she was hurt, but spreading rumors and exposing someone like that wasn’t okay. That it didn’t undo what Olivia did and it just made things uglier. I told her it made her no better than Olivia.

And she snapped.

She said I was defending the girl who ruined everything. That I was choosing Olivia over her. That I should be on her side no matter what.

Now everything feels tense. Like I’m walking on glass around my own best friend. And that I’ve now lost 2 best friends.

I hate what Olivia did. I really do. But I also hate what this situation is turning Sara into… I don’t know if speaking up made me a bad friend or just the only one trying to stop things from getting worse.

I (18F) moved three states away to live with my sister, and I’ve been pretty lonely. So when my best friend Milla (19F) came to stay with me, I was genuinely so happy. It felt like home again.

Those first couple days were perfect. We went to cafés, walked around, laughed like nothing had changed. It felt like we were 15 again.

Then we decided to enter a competition for VIP F1 tickets. We both love F1, and it was a dress-up contest. She didn’t want to do it alone, so I joined her. It felt like a fun “us” thing.

And I ended up winning. But it was only one ticket.

The moment they announced it, her mood completely dropped. She tried to stay calm at first, but then she started crying and calling her mother asking for eight thousand dollars to buy a ticket. I tried to comfort her, but she started making comments like it didn’t make sense that I won and hinting I shouldn’t go without her.

It hurt because it felt like my win became something I had to feel guilty for. After that, for the rest of her trip, she barely spoke to me. In my own house. The girl I was so excited to see just… shut me out. It went from laughing nonstop to complete silence. I felt like I did something wrong just by winning.

Right before she left, she said it wasn’t my fault, and I could tell she wasn’t telling the truth. It felt like she was still blaming me, just saying it in a nicer way.

However, I still went to the race. It was honestly amazing.

But when I posted about it, she commented: “Oh… so you went.”

Now months later, she acts like nothing happened, but I’ve heard she’s telling people I “stole” the tickets from her. I can’t even defend myself properly because I’m so far away.

I feel guilty because I know she was hurt… but I also feel like I’m being punished for something I won fairly.

Edit:

There were 2 tickets but a random guy won it and I won one. I didn’t mention it in the story because him wining wasn’t a major point in the plot.

As for the 8k price. It was actually 10k but I said 8k because I wasn’t too sure. However, I 100% know the value was well above 8K. Also I’m not referring to USD btw.

For questions about tax. This story is located in a country where we don’t pay taxes on non cash items we win. As it isn’t seen as income. So I didn’t pay tax.

I (18F) have been best friends with another girl (18F) since we were 13. We got along really well, I was closeted and still am closeted (this is important) and back then I actually appreciated that she never talked about guys much. But as we got older, she became very boy-focused and constantly talked about relationships, which I still supported even though it drained me.

She was also subtly homophobic, often calling things “too gay” or judging interests I actually liked, so I started hiding parts of myself and made other friends I could be more open with. She would ask me advice on how to navigate her little sister away for things like webtoon, discord and the tv show owl house because it'll make her gay. Little did she know I was also into that stuff too. Despite that, I stayed loyal to her.

In our final year, she got caught in a toxic cycle with a guy who treated her badly, and even though I kept giving her advice to leave, she never listened and kept going back to him.

After school ended, things changed. She moved 20 minutes away, then chose a university 4 hours away. We barely saw each other. But we always kept in contact so the vibes never changed. At one point, we went a full year without meeting because she was always “busy.” She even missed my birthday and didn’t give me my gift until 5 months later. and I had to drive 4 hours to her university!! just to get it and celebrate in her library.

Then I made a big decision: I was moving countries permanently.

She was devastated and promised we’d spend a whole week together before I left. I was excited!! it felt like we’d finally have that moment to reconnect.

That week came… and every single day, she had an excuse. Busy, work, helping her mom, too tired. I kept trying to reschedule, and she finally agreed to Saturday. My last weekend.

We planned something simple: go to our old favorite café, just the two of us, for nostalgia.

The morning of, she calls me excited, saying she has “tea” to tell me (probably about that same awful guy). I was excited too.. I had something big to tell her as well. Then right before hanging up, she casually says she’s bringing her cousin. I thought it was a bit weird since it was supposed to be just us, but I said fine.

We agreed to meet at 12.

I got there on time.

12:30 — no sign of her.

12:50 — no answer to my calls.

1:15 — still nothing.

3:00 — finally she picks up and says,

“We’re just about to leave.” No apology. Nothing.

At that point I was already angry. They lived closer to the café than I did, and I had told her I might need to leave around 4. She basically told me I should to stay longer.

She finally showed up at 3:50 PM.

I had already ordered, eaten, and spent hours alone. They walked in fully dressed up, makeup done, clearly having taken their time. That’s when I realized they just didn’t care about being late to see me, on the last day I’d see her before leaving the country.

So 10 minutes before they arrived, I booked an Uber.

I said hi, told her I was leaving, and walked out. She looked shocked, like she expected me to just stay.

After that, she ghosted me for the rest of my final week. No goodbye, no effort to see me again. Just a short message the day of my flight.

For context: I was planning to tell her something huge… that I’m actually dating her younger sister (we kept it secret because her family is very homophobic). She never found out. And till this day she still doesn’t know.

Since I left, she hasn’t messaged me. Didn’t check if I landed. Didn’t wish me a happy birthday. Just… disappeared. And get this. she’s done this to our other friends who moved away too. But she always told me that I was different and that she has issues with those other friends. So what’s my issue? I genuinely don’t see where I was being an ass!!

Part of me feels justified because she disrespected my time and didn’t value our friendship. But another part of me wonders if I should’ve just stayed that extra hour since it was the last time I’d ever see her.

(And no she doesn’t hate me for being gay. Since she doesn’t know. And no one knows about her sister either)