Reddit Stories - My bros HOOKED up with my high SCHOOL NEMESIS, and when I said

Episode Date: January 14, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #tifu #drama #relationships #friendship #highschool  Summary: A person recounts the shocking moment when their close friend started dating their high school nemesis. The emotional turmoil and unexpected dynamics of this new relationship lead to feelings of betrayal and confusion, forcing the narrator to confront their past and reassess their friendships and rivalries.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, drama, relationships, friendship, highschool, nemesis, betrayal, emotions, conflict, personalstories, lifeadvice, socialdynamics, storytelling, experiences, humor, communityBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6816713/support.This episode includes AI-generated content.

I hope you enjoy this story. My bros hooked up with my high school nemesis, and when I said yes to being in her wedding crew, she straight up asked me to cover her whole overseas Vaki. Then she booted me out of the party. The wedding party, so I cancelled everything and now she's furious. If I had to describe my sill in one sentence, I'd say she's a master manipulator who takes advantage of people without a second thought.

My sister-in-law to be, Chelsea is engaged to my brother, Tom. and they're getting married in just a month. Earlier this year, they shared the big news with everyone after my brother popped the question on New Year's Eve. Tom was over the moon, and I could tell how much he adored her. He's always been the kind of guy who loves with his whole heart,

and when he set his sights on Chelsea, there was no turning back. Naturally, our family was happy for him. He was in love, and we wanted to support him. So despite my own feelings about Chelsea, I try to be happy for them too. But here's the thing Chelsea and I have a history and not a good one. In fact, I can't stand her.

We went to high school together, and back then, she was one of the worst people I had ever met. To put it bluntly, she was a nightmare. Chelsea was the Queen Bee, the stereotypical cheerleader who acted like the entire world revolved around her. And me? I was the exact opposite. I was the awkward, lanky, nerdy kid who preferred books over parties and never quite fit in. That was enough for Chelsea and her little clique of mean girls to make me their favorite punching bag. She didn't just tease me she made my life a living hell. She would loudly mock my

appearance, calling me names like pig or dork, just to get a reaction out of me. If I tried to walk away and ignore her, she and her friends would block my path, forming a circle around me so I couldn't escape. They would laugh, poke at me, and taunt me until I felt completely powerless. It was as if she enjoyed watching me squirm like my pain was entertainment for her. One of the worst memories I have of her is the day she took my glasses off my face, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them with a smirk. My vision was terrible, so without them, I was practically blind. I had no choice but to stumble my way through the halls, bumping into walls and lockers while Chelsea and her friends howled with laughter behind me.

I remember feeling so humiliated, so helpless, and so angry. During our prom, which is supposed to be one of the most magical moments of every teenager's life, she pulled a horrible prank on me. I had been so excited for the evening. My mom and I had spent hours searching for the perfect dress, and when we finally found a beautiful blue gown that hugged my figure just right, I felt like a princess. For once, I wasn't just the nerdy girl I felt confident, excited, and ready to have a good time.

My two best friends and I had decided to go together, making it a fun girl's night. We weren't worried about having dates, we just wanted to dance, laugh, and create amazing memories. But little did we know, Chelsea and her gang were lurking in the shadows, waiting to turn our special night into one of the most humiliating experiences of our lives. Everything was going great at first. The music was loud, the lights were twinkling, and for once, I felt like I belonged. That was until one of my friends needed to use the washroom. And, as teenage girls often do, the other two of us decided to tag along. It seemed harmless just a quick break before we got

back to dancing. What we didn't know was that Chelsea and her friends had set a cruel trap for us. They had rigged a bucket of ice-cold water above the bathroom exit, tying it to a string so that when someone walked through, the bucket would tip over and drench whoever was underneath. And, of course, their primary targets were me and my friends. So, they waited, watching, whispering, giggling to themselves, just waiting for us to walk right into their little scheme. The moment we stepped out of the bathroom, it happened. One of us must have unknowingly pulled the string, and before we could even react, freezing cold water came crashing down on us. It wasn't just a splash, it was a full bucket.

soaking us from head to toe. The shock of the ice-cold water stole the breath from my lungs, and within seconds, I could hear the shrieking laughter echoing through the hallway. Chelsea and her gang stood there, doubled over in laughter, clutching their phones, recording every second of our misery. To them, it was the funniest thing in the world. To us, it was absolutely mortifying. My perfect dress my special, carefully chosen dress was ruined, clinging uncomfortably to my skin. My makeup was smeared, my hair dripping wet, and all I could do was stand there, frozen in shock, as the embarrassment settled in.

But Chelsea didn't stop there. Oh no, she wanted to make sure our humiliation was permanent. That night, she uploaded the video with the cruel caption, Ugly Ducklings getting water dunked in high school. The video spread like wildfire. It was humiliating to say the least. Almost everyone I knew back in my hometown watched the video. and had a laugh. My parents were heartbroken for me, but there was nothing they could do to erase

what had happened. That experience changed me. After high school ended, I made a conscious decision to cut ties with almost everyone from my past. I left for college, determined to rebuild myself. I worked hard, got into a well-respected university, and earned my degree. From there, I built a stable and fulfilling career, something I could be proud of. Somewhere along the way, I met Aaron the love of my life. He wasn't just handsome, but kind, supportive, and everything I could have ever wanted in a partner. We got married, and not long after, we welcomed our beautiful daughter into the world. For years, I have pushed the painful memories of high school deep into the back of my mind. I moved on or at least, I thought I had. Therapy has helped me heal, had given me the tool. I had given me the

to work through the trauma and grow beyond it. My parents knew how much I had struggled, and how hard I had worked to put the past behind me. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have to face my bully again. Never did I think that the person who had made my teenage years unbearable would somehow worm her way into my world as an adult. It started last year, when my brother, Tom, told us he had someone special he wanted to introduce to the family. At the time, he had only been dating her for three months. but he already seemed serious about her. This was a big deal because Tom had never been the type to settle down.

My parents and I were pleasantly surprised after years of watching him casually date without commitment. He finally seemed ready for something real. We were excited to meet this mystery woman and to welcome her into our family. Little did we know who she was. On the day of the event, the moment Tom walked into the room with Chelsea by his side, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. It was like being thrown straight back into high school, like all the years of healing and moving forward had just vanished in an instant. My heart pounded, my stomach twisted into knots, and for a brief moment, I felt frozen in

place. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. My husband, Aaron, immediately noticed my change in demeanor. Leaning in close, he whispered, are you okay? I swallowed hard, my eyes. My eyes never leaving Chelsea as I whispered back, that's her. That's Chelsea. My high school bully. Aaron's reaction was instant. His eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in anger. He had heard all about what she had done to me back then he knew the stories, the torment, the years of pain I had endured because of her. But I had never shown him a picture of her before, so this was the first time he was seeing her in person. And now, here she was, standing right in front of us. with my brother. Tom, completely unaware of the tension building in the room, started making

his way around, introducing Chelsea to everyone. When they finally reached me, he smiled and gestured toward her. This is my girlfriend, Chelsea, he said proudly. Chelsea, looking polished and confident as ever, extended her hand toward me, offering a polite smile. It was almost laughable how she stood there, acting like we were strangers as if she hadn't spent years making my life miserable. I didn't take her hand. Instead, I glared at both of them before turning to Tom, my voice sharp and filled with disbelief. What are you doing with her? Tom's smile faltered, his brow furrowing in confusion. What? He asked, clearly not understanding why I was reacting this way. I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. Are you serious?

her. I pointed at Chelsea. You're dating her. Tom looked between the two of us, trying to piece things together. What's going on? He asked again, his confusion growing. I didn't hesitate. Loudly, so there was no room for misunderstanding, I said, Tom, remember when I was bullied in high school? She was my high school bully. Tom blinked in shock and turned to Chelsea, searching her face for an explanation. Chelsea looked a bit confused and then suddenly her eyes widened as recognition hit her. Oh my God, she gasped. It's you. I had no idea that you were Tom's sister. I scoffed, folding my arms. Yeah, well, I am. What the hell are you doing with my brother? Tom, still looking completely lost. turned for me to Chelsea.

Wait, what? He asked her. What is she talking about? I didn't wait for Chelsea to answer. Instead, I looked straight at my brother and said, this is the same girl who made my high school years hell. She bullied me. She humiliated me.

She made me cry almost every single day. Chelsea, to my surprise, suddenly launched into a string of desperate apologies. I swear I didn't know, she insisted, her voice urgent. Tom, I had no idea she was your sister. She then turned to me, her hands clasped together as she pleaded, I'm so sorry. I was young and stupid, and I wasn't thinking. If I had known you were Tom's sister, I cut her off with a bitter laugh. Oh, so if you had known I was Tom's sister, then you wouldn't have bullied me?

But since I was just some random girl, it was perfectly, fine to treat me like garbage. Chelsea's face paled. My parents who had heard me talking suddenly quipped saying that they remembered Chelsea now that I had mentioned the past. This is why you looked so familiar when you walked in, my mother said. My parents knew exactly how much I had cried because of Chelsea and her gang of girls bullying as she had been called to school multiple times and had even talked with Chelsea's parents to try and resolve things. This is when Tom finally understood. He had always known that I had been bullied in high school. He wasn't oblivious to the struggles I had faced back then. But because he was four years older than me, he had already graduated

before I even entered high school, so he had never seen any of it firsthand. Of course, he had no idea that it was his Chelsea who had put me through all that. Whether she truly hadn't realized I was his sister or she was just pretending to be clueless, one thing was clear she had never told Tom anything about the kind of person she had been back in high school. I was certain that, even if she had recognized my last name, she wouldn't have admitted to him that she was a former bully, after all, who would proudly confess to tormenting their classmate, especially when their victim turned out to be the little sister of the man they were currently dating. With a dazzling, fake smile plastered across her face, Chelsea said, you know, I've always wondered where you've been

all this time, and I'm just so happy that we finally have a chance to reconnect. I genuinely like your brother, and I really hope that we can get along. I wanted to laugh in her face, wondered where I was. The same girl who made my life a living hell, who laughed while I was humiliated over and over again, who uploaded a video for the whole world to mock she had been wondering about me. Please. It was the most obvious attempt at damage control I had ever seen. But for Tom's sake, and for the sake of keeping the peace, I swallowed my anger and forced myself to stay quiet. The rest of the lunch was just as infuriating. Chelsea was trying to effortlessly paint herself as the sweetest, kindest, most innocent person in the world. My parents seemed cold

with her as they knew exactly how much I disliked her. After the event, Tom called me later to talk. He told me that Chelsea had told him everything and, while he was sorry I had gone through a difficult time in high school, he still hoped I could be cordial with her now that she was his girlfriend. He went on and on about how much he liked her and how she had grown up from her immature high school days. I told him that while I was happy for him and hoped she had genuinely changed, I still wasn't entirely comfortable with him dating her, considering how miserable she had made my high school experience.

I recounted the many incidents she had put me through, but instead of sympathy, my brother just snorted and told me to get over it. He pointed out that high school was years ago and that I was no longer a helpless teenager who could be bullied. than dwelling on the past, he said, I should let it go and be polite to Chelsea. He assured me that he had spoken to her as well, that she was ready to move on, and that she was actually excited to get to know me after all these years. Looking back, I suppose the right thing would have been to put my foot down and refuse to talk things out with Chelsea. But seeing how much my brother

cared for her, I didn't want to create unnecessary drama especially if she was going to be a serious part of his life. So, I agreed to stay cordial with her. Since then, Chelsea and I have always been polite to each other. She can be a bit too friendly at times, but I make sure to maintain my boundaries and never let myself get too close. However, this year, after they announced their engagement, Chelsea personally reached out to me to ask if I could be one of her bridesmaids. Given our history, I never expected that. She said that I was the only person she knew from her childhood and that it would mean so much to have me by her side on her big day. I'll admit, I was taken aback. It seemed like she was finally making an effort to mend things between us,

and despite my lingering resentment, I decided to be the bigger person. I accepted the offer, thinking that maybe just maybe this could be a fresh start for both of us. But I was so wrong. The moment I agreed, it was like I had unknowingly signed up for a full time. unpaid job with the world's worst boss. Chelsea turned out to be a complete bride assila. She expected me and the three other bridesmaids to be at her beck and call, day and night. It didn't matter that I had a full-time job and a family of my own. In her eyes, her wedding took priority over everything.

Every other evening, she insisted we meet up for brainstorming sessions about her wedding as if it were a billion-dollar corporate project rather than a one-day event. She constantly changed her mind about everything, the flowers, the seating arrangements, the color scheme and expected us to entertain her endless indecisiveness. But the worst part, the weekends. Every single weekend. Instead of enjoying my well-earned rest days, I was dragged to countless wedding venues because Chelsea could not make up her mind. One place was too big, another was too small, the next one had weird lighting, and the one after that had ugly chairs. It was an endless cycle of nitpicking and second-guessing, and every time

she found something she did like, she would change her mind the next week and make us start from scratch. Then came the Bachelorette trip. Chelsea announced, yes, announced not asked, that she expected us to take her on a lavish trip abroad. Not a weekend getaway, not a fun road trip and international vacation. I knew the other bridesmaids weren't as financially stable as I was, so, naturally, the responsibility of booking flights and accommodations fell on me. Chelsea reassured me that everyone would send me their share of the money later, and after a long discussion about destinations, we finally settled on a resort that she picked herself. Trying to be a good sport, I went ahead and made the bookings. I shared the details in our

group chat, and, at first, everyone seemed thrilled about the trip. For weeks, I expected everyone to pay me back their share for the trip just like we had discussed before I booked for everyone, but no one did. Every time I brought it up, I was met with excuses, delays, and outright avoidance. It was beyond frustrating. One bridesmaid told me her cat was sick and that she had to cover vet bills first, but she promised she'd pay me back after her next paycheck. Another bridesmaid admitted that she just didn't have any extra money at the moment and would pay me back in installments which, given her tone, sounded more like a vague possibility than an actual commitment. And Chelsea? She was the worst of them all. She either ignored my messages completely or gave me the same tired response. I'll send it next week, don't worry. But every time next week rolled around, she had a new excuse she was too busy, she forgot, or she just didn't respond at all. At first, I tried to be patient.

I wanted to believe that she and the others would follow through. But as the weeks passed and the deadline for the trip got closer, I realized that I was being taken advantage of. Again. So, this week, I finally put my foot down. I messaged Chelsea directly, firmly reminding her that she still hadn't paid me back and that I needed the money and that's when she exploded. Out of nowhere, she started yelling at me over text, ranting about how she wasn't a

a beggar and that I had no right to keep pestering her for money every day. She accused me of being overbearing and too demanding, and then the cherry on top she had the audacity to say that. As her bridesmaid, I should gladly cover the cost of her trip so that she could go for free. I was stunned. I immediately shot back, telling her that this wasn't some casual dinner or a spa day in the city this was an international trip that cost a lot of money. I had planned everything to match her preferences, and I had been more than patient waiting for her to pay me back. I reminded her that she had chosen an expensive resort and that I had booked it just for her because she had insisted on it. But Chelsea did not care. Instead of acknowledging how ridiculous

she was being, she doubled down, telling me that I was being stingy and that if I was truly a good bridesmaid, I would be gracious enough to just cover the cost and not make such a big deal out of it. At that moment, it became crystal clear had never planned on paying me back. Not a single dime. She kept yelling at me, claiming that I was ruining her dream Bachelorette by arguing over money. She called me a party pooper for standing my ground and insisted that I was making a big deal out of nothing. She even went as far as pointing out that I was financially well off, so I could easily cover

the entire trip out of my pocket implying that I was just being selfish by expecting her to pay her fair share. That was it for me. I told her, straight up, that regardless of how much money I had, it didn't mean she was entitled to anything for free. My financial situation wasn't her personal piggy bank, and I wasn't about to let her walk all over me like she used to in high school. And then she lost it.

She screamed that she had changed her mind. She no longer wanted me as her bridesmaid. Just like that, she fired me from a role I hadn't even wanted in the first place. But the real kicker? She then informed me that she and the other two bridesmaids would still be going the trip without me. I literally paid for the entire trip with my own credit card. And yet, this girl had the audacity to disinvite me from a trip I had fully funded? The nerve. I was so furious I could feel my hands shaking. But instead of arguing further, I just cut the call. I knew if I kept talking,

I'd say something I might regret not because she didn't deserve it, but because I refused to stoop to her level. But now? Now I have half a mind to cancel every single one of those bookings. Because if Chelsea thinks she's going to waltz onto a trip I paid for without even acknowledging what she's doing, she's got another thing coming. Ida. Update 1, Chelsea really thought she had me wrapped around her finger. She thought she could use me to pay for her dream bachelorette trip, kick me out as her bridesmaid, and still go on the trip like nothing happened. Absolutely not. I am not the same girl from high school that she could walk all over. Thanks to everyone's advice, I went ahead and canceled the entire trip.

Every single. Booking. I wasn't about to let Chelsea and her little crew go on a fully paid vacation at my expense. And I made sure she knew exactly why. I dropped a message in the group chat, informing them all that since Chelsea had removed me from her bridesmaid group, I had decided to cancel the trip. I worded it carefully so that Chelsea couldn't twist the story and play the victim. Then, without waiting for their reactions, I left the group chat.

It took less than an hour for Chelsea to completely lose it. My phone wouldn't stop ringing call after call, all from her. When I didn't pick up, she switched to texting non-stop. She was furious. She sent me multiple messages about how I had canceled her bachelorette without consulting her first as if she still had any authority over me. She called me every name in the book, accused me of ruining everything,

and made it very clear that she now hates me. She swore she would talk to my brother and make sure I was disinvited from their wedding. I just sat and laughed looking at her messages. Because at this point, she's only proving exactly who she is. I took screenshots of every single message. Every insult, every threat, all of it.

And honestly, I'm seriously considering exposing her. She spent her whole life getting away with using, manipulating, and bullying people. Maybe it's finally time for her to face some consequences. Update 2 today, Tom called me up, demanding to know how I could do this to Chelsea. He went on and on about how much I had hurt her by canceling the trip, how she was so upset, and how she felt like I was deliberately trying to sabotage her life. I actually laughed at that.

I asked him, explained to me how exactly I'm sabotaging her life, by not paying for a trip that she expected for free, by not rolling over and taking her abuse, by refusing to be her personal doormat, and of course, he had nothing to say to that. Instead, he doubled down, saying that as her it was my duty to listen to her because she was the bride. Excuse me? My duty. I reminded him that I never asked to be her bridesma.

she was the one who invited me into this mess, and I tried to be civil for his sake. I tried to be helpful. But Chelsea took advantage of that kindness and turned into a full-blown bright Asilla demanding I cater to her every whim, constantly expecting me to drop everything for her, and then trying to force me to pay for an entire trip abroad without ever intending to pay me back. Tom then pulled the most ridiculous argument yet. He said, well, if you were so upset about the trip expenses, you could have just talked to me. I would have paid for it out of my own pocket.

And that's when I shut him down. Great. So why don't you go ahead and pay for Chelsea's Bachelorette trip now? You can still book the same resort, buy her flight tickets, and handle it all yourself. Problem solved. That way, there's no reason for you to be calling me about this because my issue isn't with you. It's with your fiancé, who tried to bully me into giving in to her ridiculous demands. He tried to argue that I was being difficult for no reason and that as his sister, should be

more supportive. I told him flat out that I had been supportive more than she deserved. But that doesn't mean I have to let Chelsea use me. Honestly, I just feel like at this point, Tom refuses to see the giant. Flashing red flags Chelsea is waving in his face. She doesn't deserve him at all. He's the only one paying for this entire wedding. My parents have refused to contribute.

Chelsea's parents can't afford to help and Chelsea herself doesn't even have a job. So, my genius brother is out here shouldering the cost of an extravagant wedding while his fiancé acts like an entitled brat and expects other people to fund her lifestyle. Update 3, this week has been exhausting. After my brother called me, Chelsea decided to escalate things even further. She sent me a voicemail and let me tell you, it was pure evil. At first, she just repeated everything Tom had already said how I had hurt her, how I was ruining everything, and how I should be ashamed for trying to sabotage her life. But then, her tone changed.

She dropped the act completely and said something that made my blood run cold. Once I'm officially part of the family, I'm going to make your life hell just like I did in high school. Then she added, if you want to play this game with me, guess what? I can play it better than you. I sat there, listening to the message over and over, completely baffled. What game? Not paying for her bachelorette trip wasn't some strategy it was my money and my right to say no.

I wasn't playing anything, but Chelsea? She clearly was. I let my husband listen to the voicemail, and he was furious. That was the final straw. Enough was enough. He and I both decided that we shouldn't take this anymore. I opened up a family group chat and added everyone, my parents, my brother, Chelsea, and all our relatives then, I laid everything out. I told them everything from the way Chelsea bullied me in high school to the way she used me as a personal assistant for her wedding to how she expected me to fund her bachelorette trip without ever intending to pay me back.

I didn't stop there. I attached screenshots of her messages and, most importantly, the voicemail. I let everyone hear it for themselves. The reaction was immediate. People were furious. My parents were especially disgusted. My mom called Tom immediately and told him they would not be attending the wedding. She also told him that if he actually went through with this wedding despite everything Chelsea has done to me, then he might as well be out of our lives.

As for the rest of the family, they are completely on my side too. Even the relatives who usually stay out of drama are now dropping out of the wedding and want nothing to do with the both of them. At this point, I can only hope that this finally makes Tom wake up, because if he doesn't, he's going to learn the hard way exactly who he's marrying.