You were alone, sipping wine while you watch your girlfriend dance with another girl from afar.It was supposed to be you.You were not the easily jealous type but seeing her so happy with someone else...

"She's just a friend... Nothing wrong with that..." You fumed, forming a fist.

Your eyes never left their sight when suddenly someone pressed themselves on you from behind.

You frowned, before realizing it was your bsf. "I didn't know you'll be here... hey...”

Noticing how upset you were, she leaned in, "You know I can be a better girlfriend than her, right?”