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FEMALE READERS DNI

The Winner Takes It All

M/N never thought he’d be the kind of person to get caught up in a whirlwind romance. He was just… himself. Not a nobody, but not someone who stood out either. He had his friends, his routines, his quiet life. And he was happy with it.

Then came Ethan Carter.

Ethan was everything M/N wasn’t—loud, confident, effortlessly cool. He was the guy who walked into a room and had everyone’s attention without even trying. Captain of the soccer team, the kind of guy teachers loved and classmates wanted to be around. M/N had never once thought they’d cross paths in any meaningful way.

But Ethan had other plans.

It started small. A lingering glance in the hallway, a casual “Hey, M/N” when they passed each other. Then, suddenly, Ethan was everywhere. Sitting next to him in class, joining him for lunch, laughing at his jokes like he actually meant it. M/N had been wary at first. Guys like Ethan didn’t notice guys like him, not really. But Ethan was persistent.

“I like talking to you,” he had said one afternoon, lying next to M/N on the school field, the sun warm against their skin. “You’re different.”

M/N had wanted to ask, Different how? But he didn’t. He was too caught up in the way Ethan looked at him, like he actually mattered.

It wasn’t long before things escalated. The stolen glances turned into lingering touches, hands brushing together just a little too long. Texts turned into late-night phone calls, whispered conversations in the dark. M/N had never felt so wanted, so important.

But Ethan wasn’t ready to be open about them.

“Just for now,” he had said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not that I don’t want to—just… give me some time.”

And M/N, foolishly, had agreed.

He should have known better.

The truth unraveled in the worst way possible—careless laughter echoing in the boys’ locker room after school. M/N hadn’t meant to overhear. He had just forgotten his notebook and had gone back to get it. But then he heard them.

“Man, I can’t believe you actually did it,” one of Ethan’s friends had said, chuckling. “Dating M/N for a dare? That’s dedication.”

M/N had frozen in place. His heart pounded so loud it drowned out the rest of the world.

Ethan laughed along with them. Laughed. “Yeah, well,” he said, “I didn’t think he’d take it so seriously.”

The words struck like a knife. M/N felt his entire body go cold.

“So, when are you ending it?” another voice chimed in.

Ethan hesitated, just for a second. But that second was enough.

“Soon,” he finally said. “It was fun, but, you know…”

M/N couldn’t listen anymore. He turned and walked away, his vision blurred, his stomach twisted in knots.

He wasn’t sure how he made it home that night. The world around him felt muted, his chest hollow. He replayed every moment with Ethan, every whispered word, every touch, every look. It had all been fake.

That night, Ethan texted him.

Ethan: Hey, are you okay?

Ethan: You weren’t at lunch today. Missed you.

M/N stared at the messages, his fingers trembling. The anger hadn’t hit him yet. All he felt was empty.

Then, against his better judgment, he called.

Ethan picked up on the first ring. “Hey,” he said, his voice warm, familiar. The voice M/N had trusted. “I was just about to—”

“Was it all a joke to you?” M/N cut him off, his voice steadier than he expected.

There was a beat of silence. “What?”

“I heard you,” M/N said, his grip on the phone tightening. “In the locker room. I know about the dare, Ethan.”

Another silence, longer this time. “M/N, I—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Ethan exhaled, and when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.”

M/N let out a bitter laugh. “So, it’s true.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Ethan said, almost pleading. “I swear, it started as a dare, but then… then I actually started to care about you.”

M/N’s chest ached, but he refused to let himself break in front of Ethan. “You could’ve told me the truth,” he said. “But you didn’t. You let me believe it was real.”

“It was real,” Ethan insisted. “At least, it became real. Please, M/N, you have to believe me—”

“I don’t have to believe anything,” M/N snapped, his voice finally cracking. “You got what you wanted, right? You won the game. Congratulations.”

Ethan’s breath hitched. “M/N, wait—”

But M/N had already ended the call.

—

Months passed. M/N picked up the pieces of himself and moved forward. It wasn’t easy, but he refused to let Ethan’s betrayal define him.

Then, one evening, sitting in a quiet café, the past walked through the door.

Ethan.

M/N’s stomach twisted, but he didn’t look away. Ethan looked different now—his usual confidence was gone, replaced by something else. Guilt? Regret? Maybe both.

For a moment, their eyes met.

Ethan opened his mouth, but M/N didn’t need to hear whatever excuse or apology he had rehearsed.

So he just smiled, a small, knowing smile, and turned back to his coffee.

Because in the end, the winner takes it all. And this time, M/N was the winner.

first story this sucks, english isn’t my first language

part 2??? nahh