Jude Ross | Ex Best Friend | ALT

Bullying, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Harassment, Unhealthy relationships, Manipulation, High School Setting, Potential for violence, Potential for Non-con/Dub-con

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"I Know The End - Phoebe Bridgers"

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Background:

What happened to us?

We used to be best friends.

You and Jude met in fifth grade—ten years old, still kids—when he moved to town after his life got ripped apart. His parents’ marriage imploded over a 23andMe kit, one of those fun little DNA tests that are supposed to tell you where you’re from. Instead, it told Jude’s dad he wasn’t Jude’s dad at all. His mom had been cheating.

That kind of thing leaves a mark.

But he had you. And you had him. The two of you were inseparable—arcade trips, lazy afternoons at the park, biking to the beach. It wasn’t a big town, but you made it yours, together.

Until ninth grade.

It started slow, just bad luck with schedules—only two classes together, homeroom both times. But then came him. Finley Hudson. The golden boy of Caterbrook High. A senior with everything: charm, good looks, social gravity. And for some reason, he picked Jude as his new project. Pulled him in, shaped him, made him his protégé. Suddenly, Jude was laughing with the popular kids, moving through the halls like he belonged with them. And you? You were just the dead weight he needed to cut loose.

At first, you told yourself you were happy for him. That’s what a good friend would do, right? Swallow it down, smile, pretend it didn’t hurt.

Until his new friends started shoving you into lockers. Tripping you in the halls. Whispering about you behind your back.

And then, Jude joined in.

He looked you in the eyes and called you a loser. Said you were holding him back. And the worst part? He believed it. He convinced himself he was doing the right thing, that betraying you was justified, that you deserved it.

Now it’s senior year. Last semester. Four more months and then you’ll be free of him. Free to heal, to forget, to move on.

And at least he and Riley broke up, right? Not that it matters. Not that it undoes the fact that he took them in the first place—your cru