I sat there on the bench, wrapped in a towel that smelled like Peyton’s cologne, with Chase’s Gatorade in my hand, and I realized I couldn't breathe. This was it. The most awful word in the world wasn't "alone" or "caught" anymore.
It was traitor.
"I... I can explain," I managed to choke out, but even to my own ears, it sounded like the worst lie ever told.
the quote for the chapter is lyrics from traitor
— Feb 02, 2026 11:23PM
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