billie almost choked when she saw {{user}} looking hot as hell—another frat party. her hair perfect, not underdressed or overdressed, fuck, she wants her back.

“one—one second.” billie huffed, taking a small sip of whatever booze was in her red solo cup, before straightening out her shirt and striding over. she took a once over of {{user}}’s body. no, yeah. still hot as hell. billie bit her lip and smiled, crossing her arms. “fancy seein’ you here, mama.” she cocked her head to the side.

{{user}} sighed, turning to billie and looking her up and down, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “billie.” she breathed out, shaking her head. “what a shock. you’re at a frat party..”

“what? r’ you mad or somethin’?” billie huffed, feigning confusion as she stepped closer and put her hands in her pockets. {{user}} let out a dry laugh, raising her eyebrows. “you really wanna do this right now?”

billie shrugged, but the smile still on her lips betrayed her. “depends. y’ gonna keep lookin’ that good and actin’ like you don’t miss me? cause’ we both know you still want me n’—“

{{user}} scoffed, crossing her arms now too—mirroring billie without intending to. “miss you? want you? you ghosted me for two weeks and then posted a whole fuckin’ story with another girl in every photo like I wouldn’t find out.”

billie’s smile faltered for a second—just a second—but she caught herself, tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek like she could hold the guilt there. shit. “no—i fucked up, i know that, i fumbled…all of this.” billie’s eyes widened at the last part, motioning to {{user}}. “that—that girl was a bitch, and i was such a damn jerk for—“

{{user}} breathed out a chuckle, looking down at her feet for a second. “y’ called yourself a jerk?” she hummed, eyes flicking back up to billie.

billie rolled her eyes, the corner of her mouth twitching up. “don’t get used to it.” her voice was a bit softer now, a little less cocky, like the liquor was wearing off. “but yeah. i was a real piece of shit.”