The room was small, quiet, and tense. Brent and Betty had chosen it intentionally—a private study lounge on the far side of campus, away from curious eyes and ears. Megan leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her usual air of confidence firmly in place.
Brent held the printout of the church complaint, his hand trembling slightly as he stepped forward. "So this is why you left," he said, his voice low.
For a brief moment, Megan’s mask slipped. Her face blanched, her eyes darting to the paper as if it might attack her. But she quickly recovered, straightening her posture and letting out a sharp laugh.
"That?" she scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "That’s ancient history. It has nothing to do with you—or this baby."
Betty stepped forward then, her tone icy and deliberate. "You’re lying. And you know it."
Megan’s gaze snapped to Betty, her confidence faltering for just a heartbeat before her lips curled into a venomous smile.
"You’re pathetic," Megan said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Digging through my past, clinging to things that don’t even matter anymore? Is that how desperate you’ve gotten, Betty?"
"It matters," Betty snapped. "It matters because you’ve spent your entire life manipulating everyone around you, and you think you can keep getting away with it."
"You think you can ruin me with this?" Meganhissed, gesturing to the document Brent held. "Go ahead and try. I’ll destroy you first."
"You’ve already destroyed yourself," Betty said coldly. "We’re just making sure everyone knows it."
Megan’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the room was so quiet that the tension felt like it might snap at any second. Then she laughed, a sharp, bitter sound.
"You have no idea what you’re playing with. You think you’re so righteous, so untouchable. But everyone has something to lose, Betty. Even you."
"Try me."
The two girls stared at each other, the air between them crackling with unspoken threats and unresolved history. Brent watched helplessly, the weight of the confrontation pressing down on him.
"You’ll regret this," Megan said finally.
She turned and stormed out, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.
When the door slammed shut behind her, Brent let out a shaky breath, sinking into the nearest chair.
"She’s bluffing," Betty said firmly. "People like Megan always are."
"She seemed pretty damn serious."
"She is. But that doesn’t mean she’s invincible. She’s scared, Brent. You saw her face when you showed her that record."
"So, what now?".
Betty straightened her shoulders, her resolve unshaken. "Now we keep going. We’re not done yet."