I Ruined Her for Framing Me on Our Blind Date

The Blind Date with an Uninvited Guest

I arrived for my blind date, and he'd brought his childhood sweetheart along.

As soon as I sat down, the girl pointed at the tattoo on my arm and gasped,

That tattoo on your arm looks so familiar! You're just like that Succubus Biker Vixen from the viral videos!

"Finn, you lucky guy!"

"That girl in the videos can do all sorts of wild things!"

My blind date's face clouded over instantly.

A murmur broke out around us, and every eye on me held a suggestive glint.

But I stayed calm and unruffled, smiling right back at her.

"It's only natural you find it familiar. After all, I did three laser tattoo removal sessions and scar cover-up tattoos for you."

I'd walked into the caf to find Finn already seated by the window, a young girl beside him.

She had chestnut curls, big eyes, and wore a white sundress, looking the picture of pure innocence.

He brought another girl to our blind date?

A sister?

A cousin?

I paused for a second, then stepped forward.

"Hello, I'm Nia."

Finn stood up, a refined smile on his face.

"Miss Nia, nice to meet you. I'm Finn. This is my childhood friend Lila-we were out shopping today, and she insisted on tagging along when she heard I had a blind date. I hope you don't mind."

Lila blinked, her voice sickly sweet.

"Don't be mad, sister! I'm just curious. After all, Finn's famous in our circle for being such a great guy-girls have been chasing him since we were kids. I have to help him pick the right one."

I could tell she was staking her claim on him.

I just smiled and said nothing, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

A Malicious Smear in Public

A waiter handed over the menus, and I bowed my head to flip through mine.

I'd just draped my coat over the back of the chair when Lila suddenly let out a shrill gasp, loud enough for the whole caf to hear.

"Oh my god!"

Her finger shot straight at my arm.

"That tattoo on your arm is so familiar! It's just like the one on that Succubus Biker Vixen I saw in a video the other day!"

Diners at the nearby tables all turned to stare.

Finn's expression shifted, darkening by the second.

Lila acted like she didn't notice, chattering on in that naive, astonished tone.

"Finn, you hit the jackpot! That girl in the videos can do all sorts of wild things! She looks so cool in her biker gear, and she's got all kinds of tricks up her sleeve-"

"Lila!"

Finn cut her off with a sharp whisper.

Silence fell over the room.

I could feel all those eyes on me-curious, probing, scornful, suggestive.

Lila feigned a look of realization, clapping a hand over her mouth.

"Oh... I'm so sorry! I've always been such a straight talker, ever since I was a kid."

"I just said it without thinking. And a tattoo doesn't mean anything, right? Even though the girl in the videos dated a Black guy, now that she's ready to settle down. Finn, you can't hold that little thing against her!"

Finn's face was as dark as a storm cloud.

He stared me down, his lips pressed into a thin line, clearly waiting for an explanation.

I picked up the glass of lemon water on the table and took a slow, deliberate sip.

"Done talking?"

Lila froze, seemingly stunned that I was completely unfazed by her words.

She quickly schooled her features into a look of misplaced sympathy.

"Don't get me wrong, sister. I get that your crowd lives a pretty wild life. I'm just here to help my childhood sweetheart pick the right person. Finn's like a precious gem I've watched grow up-I just don't want him getting taken advantage of by the wrong person."

She tilted her chin up, her eyes raking me up and down in a blatant show of disdain.

"But now that I've met you in person and seen how pretty you are, Finn really is a lucky guy. Even if I heard you run one of those... shady tattoo parlors?"

"But it's still a career, I guess. Good enough for our Finn, I suppose. I can rest easy now."

This time, I laughed-a genuine, audible laugh that cut through her fake sweetness.

"I do run a tattoo parlor. But what does that have to do with the video you're going on about, Miss Lila?"

To Finn, my calm response seemed like an admission of guilt.

"Nia!"

His voice was tight with suppressed anger.

"Why didn't you tell me you were into all that? I'm a normal person-I can't satisfy your weird kinks!"

I lifted my gaze to meet his, my expression blank.

"What kinks?"

"Quit playing dumb!"

Finn jabbed a finger at my arm, his face red with rage.

"The tattoo, the biker gear, the video! Lila said the girl in the video-"

"So where's the video?"

I cut him off coolly.

Finn froze, caught off guard by the question.

I turned to Lila, my voice dropping to an icy tone.

"You claim the girl in the video is me. Where's your proof? Show it to me right now. If you can't, I'll sue you for defamation."

To my surprise, tears welled up in Lila's eyes in an instant, spilling down her cheeks like a broken faucet.

"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault! I just couldn't bear to see Finn get tricked, so I was being cautious-I didn't mean to pry into your privacy..."

She clung to Finn's arm, tilting her face up to him, her tears flowing freely.

"Finn, don't be mad at me. I shouldn't have run my mouth. What if she smokes, drinks, rides a motorcycle, and dated a Black guy, but she's actually a good girl? I shouldn't judge a book by its cover..."

Good girl.

The words tasted like sarcasm coming out of her mouth.

I could see several people around us pulling out their phones, recording the whole scene.

I set my phone down on the table, crossing my arms over my chest and watching her performance with amusement.

"Done with your act?"

My voice was quiet, but loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

"Miss Lila, you went to all this trouble for this little show-you just like Finn, don't you? If you like him, confess properly. Whether it works out or not is between the two of you. But don't use me as a pawn to flirt with him."

Veins bulged on Finn's forehead with rage.

"Nia! Watch your mouth!"

"Respect?"

I raised an eyebrow, my tone sharp.

"One of you spreads malicious sexual rumors about me in public, the other convicts me without a shred of evidence. And now you're lecturing me about respect?"

The Crowd's Blind Side and Faked Evidence

A middle-aged woman at the next table chimed in, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Young lady, she's not entirely wrong! If you're really innocent, what do you have to fear?"

A young guy beside her nodded in agreement.

"Exactly. Where there's smoke, there's fire. If you had nothing to hide, why would she single you out?"

Lila dabbed at her tears with the back of her hand, her voice soft and fragile, playing up the victim act.

"Don't blame her, everyone. Even though Finn and I have been childhood sweethearts, I've always known my place. I've been so pure my whole life-I've never even had a boyfriend. I just wanted to wait for someone I truly love. But she's different. Her crowd lives for physical pleasure, and there's nothing wrong with that..."

Finn's face softened with pity.

He patted her hand gently, then turned to glare at me, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Nia, you have to make this right today! You owe me compensation for my taxi fare, my meal, and emotional distress! And you have to apologize to my aunt! This isn't over until you do!"

I leaned back in my chair, picking up my phone again, my expression unchanging.

"I'm not apologizing. I just want proof. Either show me the video right now, Lila-or I'll call the police."

Finn gritted his teeth, his jaw tight with frustration.

"Nia, stop turning this around on us! If you have a clear conscience, prove it to everyone! The girl in the video has a succubus tattoo on her lower back-dare you lift your shirt and let everyone see?"

Hoots and catcalls erupted around us, the crowd egging him on.

"Yeah, prove your innocence!"

"Nothing to hide, nothing to fear!"

"Just lift it a little,it won't kill you!"

I stared at all those faces, eager for a show, and suddenly found the whole thing ridiculous.

"You accuse me of something, and now you expect me to prove my innocence? That's not how this works."

The middle-aged woman curled her lip in disdain.

"If you're innocent, what are you so scared of?"

The young guy snickered.

"She's scared because she's guilty,that's obvious."

I didn't bother responding to their ignorant comments, just tapped three numbers into my phone-911.

The moment the dispatcher's voice came through the receiver, Lila's face turned deathly pale.

"Wait!"

She lunged at me, trying to grab my phone out of my hand.

"I have the video... on my phone."

"Then show it."

My voice was cold, unyielding.

She fumbled with her phone, unlocking it with shaky fingers.

She swiped through her screen for what felt like an eternity before finally opening a video.

Finn leaned in close to watch, his eyes narrowed.

I saw it too.

The video was shot in a blur, seemingly in a bar or nightclub.

A woman in a black bodysuit stood with her back to the camera, and there was indeed a tattoo on her arm-one that looked similar to mine, though the details were impossible to make out.

The woman gyrated to the music, clad in biker gear and a tiny miniskirt, straddling a dark-skinned foreign man, grinding on him with a lewd expression.

She never showed her face once.

I laughed, shaking my head.

"Miss Lila, you're accusing me of being this woman... just based on a back view and a vague tattoo?"

Lila's voice was small, defensive.

"Everyone saw it! The tattoo's the same, even the position..."

"Tons of people have the same tattoo design."

I cut her off sharply.

"And you can't even make out the details of the tattoo in this video. How can you be so sure it's me?"

She fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly looked up, her voice rising with newfound confidence, like she'd found her smoking gun.

"Because of your knees!"

I blinked, caught off guard.

Lila's face lit up with triumph, like she'd finally cornered me.

"The woman in the video has bruises and scrapes all over her knees! I saw them! When you sat down earlier, your knees had injuries too!"

A loud murmur of shock rippled through the crowd.

Finn's gaze snapped to my knees, his eyes turning cold and unforgiving.

"Nia, what do you have to say for yourself now?"

I glanced down at my knees.

I was wearing a knee-length skirt that had ridden up a little when I sat down, revealing faint purple bruises on my skin.

"I fell off my motorcycle last week."

I stated the fact plainly.

Finn let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Keep lying. You think anyone believes a motorcycle crash leaves bruises like that?"

He didn't finish the sentence, but everyone knew exactly what he meant.

The young guy at the next table let out a low whistle.

The middle-aged woman shook her head, clucking her tongue in disapproval.

"Kids these days..."

Lila's eyes flashed with triumph, but she quickly masked it with a look of reluctant sympathy.

"Just admit it, sister. Everyone would understand. Your lifestyle isn't wrong or anything. You just have to be faithful to Finn from now on, that's all."

"What if I don't admit it?"

I asked, my tone calm.

Finn slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing through the caf.

"Then prove it to everyone! If you don't have that tattoo on your lower back, lift your shirt and show us! If you're telling the truth, I'll apologize to you right here, right now!"

"Yeah! Lift it and show us!"

"Scared means you're guilty!"

The chants grew louder, the crowd's excitement palpable.

I sat in my chair, unmoving.

Lila suddenly stood up, circling the table to stand beside me.

She placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch fake and cloying.

"Sister, just let Finn check. If it's all a misunderstanding, Finn can rest easy about dating you!"

Her hand slid down my back, fingers wrapping around the waist of my skirt.

"We're all women, I get it. But some things need to be proven clearly-"

She yanked hard, the zipper of my skirt splitting down the back with a loud tear.

I reacted in an instant, my hand shooting out to grab her wrist in a vice grip, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out in pain.

I stood up, shoving Lila away from me, and backhanded her across the face with my free hand.

The crisp crack of the slap silenced the entire second floor of the caf.

Lila clutched her cheek, stunned, her eyes wide with shock and pain.

"Check?"

My voice was cold as ice, my gaze sharp as a knife.

"You think I'm a commodity to be inspected? Or do you think you're a pimp, parading me around for everyone to gawk at?"

Finn lunged at me, trying to grab me, but I stepped to the side, dodging his grasp.

I grabbed the glass of lemon water from the table and splashed the entire contents in his face.

"Awake now?"

I asked, my tone icy.

Finn wiped the lemon water from his face, his body shaking with rage.

"Nia! You-"

"You what?"

I cut him off, turning back to Lila, my gaze unrelenting.

"We've seen your so-called evidence, Miss Lila. Now it's my turn."