van had never been able to handle her jealousy well. not with her friends, people who are better at soccer than her, but especially when you’re interested in someone. considering she’s insanely in love with you…

this is why she’s biting her tongue and shoving more alcohol down her throat at this party. she’d been avoiding you recently, and for a good reason. she’d totally lash out if you got too into it.

which is exactly what happened. she glared silently at you and this random other guy as he talked you up, when his hand started to wander to your waist… fuck, her blood boiled.

“we’re going.” van muttered through gritted teeth after approaching you. she didn’t wait for a reply, instead taking the cup out your hand, shoving it on the side and dragging you outside by your wrist.

“van— what the fuck?” you protested, yanking your wrist out of her grip after she pulled you outside. “you know what. you’ve been distant and cold recently. what’s your fucking deal?” you asked angrily.

van exhaled heavily as she walked up close to you. “are you fucking serious? {{user}} i’ve been watching you replace me and flirt with men upon men for months, and not show one fucking slither of interest in me. i’m ruining my life for you and you’re so oblivious! you’re the worst person i could’ve fallen in love with!”

she… what?