I (F, then 16) met a guy during this school sports events. Schools from all over came to ours to compete. So the day of the sports event, I was walking down the stairs when I locked eyes with this guy. Let’s call him Jeremy. He smiled. I smiled. We had that 5-second stare moment, I walked away like, alrr

Later that day, two insanely pretty girls walked up to me and asked for my Instagram. I was like huh?? okay?? Ate that up. Went home, followed one of them back, and what do I see? Jeremy's profile in my suggestions. Obviously, I clicked. Followed him. He followed back. We started texting. He was flirty, called me pretty and all that, but it didn’t really go anywhere. Just a lil spark, not a full flame. Still mutuals though.

Enter Jay. Plot twist? He’s Jeremy’s brother. But I didn’t know that yet. Jay also followed me, and randomly told me I caught his attention st the sports event and that I was the prettiest girl there. Said he was single, asked if I was too (I was).

Jay and I didn’t talk much, just occasional story replies. But one day, I saw this reel about siblings and noticed Jeremy was tagged with Jay. I was like WAIT. So I texted Jeremy asking if they were siblings, and he was like "yeah", Mind you, during the very first convo I ever had with Jeremy, I had randomly asked him, “Hey do you know Jay?” and he straight up hit me with “Yeah but why are you bringing him up?” EXCUSE ME? THAT'S YO BRO?

Fast forward a few months, Jay graduates (he was my senior), and one night I randomly replied to his story. Boom. We end up texting for hours. Played a dumb little question game. That’s when the confession came:
He told me he was the one who sent the two girls to get my insta, said he liked me since the sports event, for two months straight. His friends apparently knew about me. He was being all flirty and cute and I was lowkey melting. But after that night? Ghost town. Barely any convo.

Enter: Alan. Alan's from a completely different school, but still in the same country. We'd been Insta mutuals for a while. One day, one of us replied to the other’s Instagram Note and that’s how we started talking. At the time, Alan had a girlfriend. Soon after, they broke up and he was devastated. Said she’d ignore his calls, said he’d call 20 times and she’d still not pick up. 🚩? Probably. But I was just trying to be nice and listen to him vent.

Thing is, Alan got attached One of my friends warned me that if I didn’t distance myself, things would get messy. She was right. He confessed to her that he liked me, she told me, I confronted him, he brushed it off saying it was just a fling, We stopped talking for a bit. Then he told her again that he still liked me. And guess what? Later he turned around and told her he liked her now 💀

Now, one day while chatting with Alan, I brought up Jay. Turns out they knew each other through school sports. And Alan goes:
“Jay had a girlfriend back then, they were like that couple who looked like they’d get married one day.”

EXCUSE ME.

So the entire time Jay was doing the most—sending girls to get my Insta, flirting, texting me late at night, saying he “liked me for two months,” he was 100% in a relationship.

Here’s where it gets even more awkward: I followed his (now ex) on Insta. She followed me back. We’ve never talked or anything, but she seems sweet. and i followed her before i knew about this

i told Alan that I was thinking of telling her everything. Like just so she knows the kind of dude she was dating. Alan told me not to

So now I’m here wondering…

AITA for not telling her?
Like yeah we weren’t friends or anything, but I could’ve told her. I had all the screenshots, all the details, the exact timeline. But I didn’t. Partly because I didn’t want to be dragged into drama, and partly because I didn’t know if it was even my place.

But did I owe her that?