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 Anthony Confesses to Amber Had to put Shayla in her Place😱

Amber’s apartment, late evening.

The rain taps against the window. Amber sits on the couch, arms folded. She’s been waiting for Anthony, who finally knocks on the door.

Amber: (without getting up) Door’s open.

Anthony: (steps inside, dripping wet) You really weren’t gonna answer?

Amber: You weren’t really gonna show up, so… I figured we were even.

Anthony: Amber, come on. Don’t start with that.

Amber: Don’t start? Anthony, you disappeared for two days. No call, no text — and then Shayla’s posting stories about you two “vibing”? What was I supposed to think?

Anthony: That’s exactly why I’m here. To tell you what really happened.

Amber: Oh, this I gotta hear. Go ahead, “Mr. I Swear It’s Not What It Looks Like.”

Anthony: It’s not. Shayla— she’s been trying to get between us for a while. You know that.

Amber: And you let her.

Anthony: No. I didn’t. She invited me to her cousin’s thing, said a bunch of people were gonna be there, and then it ended up being just us. She pulled out her phone and started recording, acting like we were hanging out. I told her to stop.

Amber: But you stayed.

Anthony: Yeah, for like ten minutes — trying to figure out what the hell she was doing. She kept saying stuff about how you don’t really care, how I’m “wasting my time” waiting for you to open up. I lost it, Amber. I told her off.

Amber: You told her off? That’s what you call it? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you were having a good time.

Anthony: No, I put her in her place. I told her straight up — she doesn’t get to talk about you like that. I told her I’m done letting her stir things up between us.

Amber: …You actually said that?

Anthony: Word for word. And I walked out. She’s the one who kept posting like nothing happened. You know how she is — wants attention, wants to make people jealous.

Amber: (sighs, rubbing her forehead) I don’t even know what to believe anymore, Anthony. Every time Shayla’s name comes up, there’s drama.

Anthony: Because she wants there to be drama. She doesn’t like seeing me care about you.

Amber: Care about me? Or play me? Because I’ve seen how you look at her sometimes—

Anthony: Amber. Look at me right now. (steps closer) She’s nothing. You’re the one I wanted to talk to, to be real with. That’s why I came.

Amber: Then why wait until it blew up online?

Anthony: Because I was mad, embarrassed, and I didn’t want to text something that’d make it worse. I needed to say it to your face.

Amber: Finally doing something the right way, huh?

Anthony: Yeah, I guess. Took me long enough.

Amber: (softens slightly) So what now?

Anthony: I’m done with Shayla — completely. No calls, no texts, no “she said this, she said that.” If she tries to start something again, I’ll shut it down right there.

Amber: I’ve heard that before, Anthony.

Anthony: And this time you’ll see it. I’m not losing you over someone like her.

Amber: (pauses, then quietly) I want to believe you. I really do.

Anthony: Then believe me. Or at least… let me prove it.

Amber: You better. Because the next time Shayla starts drama, I won’t be the one waiting around to hear your side.

Anthony: Fair enough. I wouldn’t blame you.

(There’s a long silence. The rain outside gets heavier. Amber finally looks up, her eyes meeting his.)

Amber: You’re dripping all over my carpet.

Anthony: (half-smiles) Guess I deserved that.

Amber: Yeah, you did. (pauses) But you can stay. Just… don’t make me regret it.

Anthony: I won’t.

(He sits beside her. The tension fades — a little — but the air is still thick with everything left unsaid.)

Amber: So what happens now?

Anthony: We start over. If you’ll let me.

Amber: Start over? Like nothing happened?

Anthony: No. Like something happened—and we learned from it.

(Amber sighs. She leans back, processing everything.)

Amber: I don’t want drama, Anthony. I just want peace.

Anthony: Then let’s make that our rule—no more drama. No Shayla, no games, no posts, no “who said what.” Just us.

(She looks at him, uncertain but softening.)

Amber: We’ll see.

Anthony: Fair enough.

(He reaches for her hand. She doesn’t pull away. There’s a small, quiet comfort in that moment—like maybe, just maybe, things could heal.)

But then — Amber’s phone buzzes.

(She glances at the screen. Her stomach drops.)

Amber: …You’ve got to be kidding me.

Anthony: What?

Amber: (turns the screen toward him) Shayla just posted a story. Of you two. Tonight.

Anthony: What? That’s impossible—

(Amber scrolls, opens the clip: it’s an old video, but Shayla captioned it “He said he missed me 😉.”)

Amber: “No more drama,” huh?

Anthony: Amber, that’s old! She’s trying to mess with you again.

Amber: Then tell her to take it down. Right now.

(Anthony pulls out his phone, typing furiously. He calls. No answer.)

Anthony: Straight to voicemail.

Amber: Of course. She knew exactly what she was doing.

(Amber stands, pacing now, hurt turning to anger.)

Amber: You see? This is why I said it’s never just over with her.

Anthony: I’ll go over there if I have to.

Amber: Don’t you dare. That’s exactly what she wants.

(He stops, realizing she’s right.)

Anthony: Then what do we do?

Amber: Nothing. We let her look desperate. I’m not giving her the reaction she wants.

(Amber exhales deeply, setting her phone down on the table.)

Anthony: You sure?

Amber: I’m sure. But, Anthony?

Anthony: Yeah?

Amber: This is your last chance. I mean it. One more mess like this… and I’m gone for good.

(He nods, quietly, knowing she means it.)

Anthony: You won’t have to say that again.

(The rain stops completely. Silence fills the room. The storm outside is over—but the one between them isn’t, not yet.)