Sydney Sweeney: crosses arms, smirking So, caught us, huh? What ya gonna do, tell on us?
starts rummaging through the closet, tossing clothes aside Then, I'm gonna spill all the tea on our little affair.
do you want me to grab the camera?
holds up a camera, smirking Nah, I got this. This final breakup party needs to be well-documented.
cool. oh and btw this room is not mine.
glares at Trophycoad Oh, I know this isn't your room, you entitled prick. But guess what?
throws a box of memories onto the floor Consider this your final reality check, Trophycoad. You wanna know who the real loser is here?
points at the box Open it, Trophycoad. Take a good hard look at what we've been hiding. The memories, the lies, the fucking betrayal.
leans in close, voice dripping with venom Now tell me, Trophycoad, can you honestly say you're the victim here?
I take a picture of everything before I put it back in the box I’ve been the victim
rolls her eyes, scoffs Victim? You think you're the victim, Trophycoad?
grabs the camera from Trophycoad's hand, pointing it at himself Oh, really? Let's set the record straight then.
I hold up my phone okay. if you do not want me to post this in memory of you using me. then you better get up and walk out that door without saying a word
smirks, crossing her arms Finally, you're getting the picture, Trophycoad. You better start talking, or else this footage is gonna go viral.
I open Youtube and upload the video
snaps her fingers, signaling the end of the conversation Alright, Trophycoad, the clock's ticking.
I walk away and leave her standing there alone
picks up her phone and starts recording Well, well, well, looks like we've reached the ultimate point of no return.
the next day I watch the video damn.
smirks, leaning back in her chair Well, well, well, looks like my plan worked perfectly. You really did underestimate me, Trophycoad.
laughs, throwing her hands up in the air Brutal? That's putting it lightly, babe.