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My pick me friend constantly puts me down in front of my boyfriend while pretending she was just one of the guys. I made her realize that she picked the wrong target. Kenzie called shotgun in my boyfriend's car every single time. "Best friend rules, sorry sweetie." She'd been Caleb's best friend since third grade, and she never let me forget it. She'd crash our date nights because Caleb "needed a break from all the couple stuff." She'd chug a beer, crush the can on her forehead, and tell everyone she wasn't like other girls who needed a salad and a selfie. She'd even answer his phone when I called. "He's busy, sweetie. Guy stuff." When I teared up at a sad movie once, she told Caleb he was lucky he had at least one girl in his life who didn't cry about everything. "Guys hate drama." When I asked why she always had to sit between us, she twisted her little gold necklace and laughed. "Relax. I'm not jealous of you. I'm one of the guys." Every Friday she hosted poker night for Caleb and the guys, no girlfriends allowed. "You'd cry the second you lost five bucks." She loved telling everyone I'd been a "casino cocktail waitress" in college, like it was a punchline. I never corrected her. Not even Caleb knew what I really did there. Then Caleb lost a bet to her, and she made him skip my sister's graduation dinner to help her move a couch. "A bet's a bet," she said, smiling right at me. And Caleb actually did it. When I told him how much that hurt, he sighed. "She's like my sister. She's harmless." So I swallowed every comment, because reacting only made me look like the dramatic girlfriend she kept describing. When I finally told Kenzie to back off, she laughed in my face. "Girls like you always make guys choose. That's why they end up with girls like me." Two weeks before Caleb's birthday, Kenzie called me at 1 a.m. I didn't pick up, so it went to voicemail, all four minutes of it. A pocket dial from a loud bar, but her voice was crystal clear. "At his birthday, I'll push her until she cries in front of everyone. Caleb hates drama. He'll dump her by Monday, and guess who'll be right there?" Her friend asked if she was serious, and Kenzie just laughed. "I'm one of the guys. They never see it coming." I didn't cry. I saved that voicemail to my phone, my laptop, and my email. But she'd just call it a drunk joke, and Caleb had known her for fifteen years. I needed the guys to watch her lie first. And I knew exactly where people lie the most. That Thursday, I texted the group chat asking if someone could teach me poker. "Wait, does a flush beat a straight?" Kenzie replied in under a minute. "Come tomorrow. I'll teach you myself. Loser of the last hand never comes to poker night again." Six laughing emojis from the guys. I typed back one word. "Deal." Friday, I lost the first few hands on purpose, asked dumb questions, and knocked chips off the table. Kenzie narrated every mistake to the guys like a sports announcer, and by midnight her stack was huge. On the last hand, she shoved everything into the middle. "All in. Go ahead and cry, sweetie." Her fingers went straight to that little gold necklace. I had a pair of fives. Barely anything. "Call." She flipped a seven and a two. The worst hand in poker. Not even a pair. The room went dead silent. "Who taught you to play like that?" she whispered. "I wasn't a cocktail waitress, Kenzie. I dealt poker for three years. Paid for college reading people like you. You twist that necklace every time you lie. You did it the day you swore you weren't jealous of me." Her face went red. "Okay, the bet was obviously a joke." Caleb's buddy Theo didn't even look up. "A bet's a bet, Kenz. Your rule." She turned to Caleb, eyes shiny. "You know I'd never try to come between you two." Her fingers found the necklace again. Everyone saw it. I set my phone on top of the pot and pressed play. Her own voice filled the room. "He'll dump her by Monday, and guess who'll be right there?" Then that laugh. "I'm one of the guys. They never see it coming." Every guy at that table saw it now. Caleb stood up. "Fifteen years, Kenz." Then he grabbed my jacket and held it open for me. One by one, the guys grabbed their stuff. Theo stopped at the door. "Poker night's at my place from now on." Kenzie sat alone at her own table, staring at chips that didn't matter anymore, her eyes filling up. I looked back from the doorway. "Don't cry, Kenzie. Guys hate drama." #redditstories #karma #instantkarma #shorts #storytime #pickme #friendshipdrama #relationshipdrama #satisfying #truestory #prorevenge #poker #caughtlying #redditreadings #karmastory

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