Three drinks past rational thought, I found myself standing in front of my childhood best friend’s

Three drinks past rational thought, I found myself standing in front of my childhood best friend’s apartment door. I punched in the six-digit passcode. Beep. Error. I tried again, slower. Beep. Error. On the third failed attempt, the digital keypad locked with a shrill, mocking chime. And that was the exact moment glowing lines of text began scrolling across my vision, hanging suspended in the dim hallway air like translucent live-stream comments: [Give it up, girl. The new girl changed the code hours ago.] [Elliott and Sierra are busy tearing each other’s clothes off inside. They don’t have time for Joanna.] [LMAO, look at the bad boy across the hall watching her through the peephole.] [Hasn't Damian been quietly losing his mind over her for years?] [Honestly, she should just jump him. Damian Montgomery’s face alone is a work of art.] [And word on the street is he’s packing a lethal eight inches...] The alcohol hummed thick in my veins, stripping away whatever sensible inhibition had kept me polite for twenty-two years. I spun on my heel, took three unsteady steps across the carpeted corridor, and pressed the buzzer to the opposite door. It swung open almost instantly. A breathtakingly sharp face appeared in the opening. The man looked down at me, his Adam’s apple shifting in a hard, deliberate swallow.#revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama #revenge #redditstories #redditreadings