Sunny Spills the Tea to Amber — Shayla’s True Thoughts About Anthony and Her
"Sunny Spills the Tea to Amber — Shayla’s True Thoughts About Anthony and Her"
The air in Maplewood Café smelled of fresh cinnamon rolls and roasted coffee, but for Sunny, the sweet aroma couldn’t mask the bitterness brewing in her chest. She sat at a corner table, sipping an iced latte, eyes scanning the door for Amber.
Amber arrived a few minutes later, her long coat swaying behind her, a look of cautious curiosity on her face. She slid into the seat across from Sunny.
“What’s going on? You sounded urgent on the phone,” Amber asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Sunny took a deep breath. “Amber… this isn’t something I wanted to get involved in, but I can’t just sit here and watch you walk around blind.”
Amber frowned. “Blind to what?”
Sunny leaned in closer, her voice low but heavy with meaning.
“It’s Shayla. She’s been running her mouth about you and Anthony… and not in a good way.”
The Revelation
Amber’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
Sunny hesitated, but then her words came out like a flood.
“She told me she thinks Anthony is just using you. That he’s not serious about you, that you’re just… a phase for him. She even said you’re acting ‘desperate’—her words, not mine—trying to keep his attention.”
Amber’s lips parted slightly, a mix of shock and insult flickering in her expression. “She said that?”
Sunny nodded slowly. “Yeah. And it wasn’t just once. She’s been saying it to other people too. She claims Anthony is still hung up on her and that you’re just in the way. Honestly, it was like she’s convinced she still has some hold on him.”
Amber sat back in her chair, the café’s warm light now feeling oddly harsh. “Unbelievable… she smiled in my face last week.”
Sunny’s Motivation
Sunny put her hand on Amber’s arm. “I’m telling you this because I think you deserve to know who’s really in your corner and who’s pretending. Shayla’s playing both sides, and she’s hoping you never compare notes.”
Amber’s mind raced. Every friendly text from Shayla, every fake-sweet compliment, every “girl talk” moment suddenly replayed in her head with new meaning.
Amber’s Decision
“So, what now?” Amber asked, her voice tight.
Sunny shrugged. “That’s up to you. But if I were you? I’d talk to Anthony before Shayla twists his mind too. She’s not just gossiping about you—she’s planting seeds.”
Amber’s jaw set, her eyes sharp with resolve. “No. I’m not going to just talk. I’m going to make sure she knows she can’t play me.”
Sunny smirked. “Now that’s the Amber I know.”
The Fallout
That night, Amber sent Shayla a short, sharp text:
“We need to talk. Face to face. No excuses.”
As she hit send, she thought about how quickly people could turn from friends into snakes. And if Shayla wanted to play games, Amber was ready to bring the fire.
I can also write you a direct continuation where Amber confronts Shayla in front of Anthony, turning it into a three-way clash full of accusations and secrets spilling. That would make the tension hit maximum level.
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