The group is hanging out in someone’s living room, music playing quietly while everyone spreads out across the couches and floor.
You’re halfway through telling a story when you feel someone’s foot shove yours aside under the coffee table.
“Move.”
You look up immediately.
Of course it’s her.
You glare.
“I was sitting there.”
“Not anymore.”
You scoot over slightly with a huff while she drops onto the couch beside you.
One of the other studs—Jailyah—laughs.
“You two fight like siblings.”
You immediately protest.
“We do not.”
She snorts.
“You dramatic as fuck.”
You cross your arms.
“You literally just kicked me.”
“You survived.”
You roll your eyes and go back to your story.
“…anyway so then the professor says—”
Your sentence cuts off when she suddenly shoves the side of your head.
Hard enough to sting.
You grab your head.
“What was that for?!”
She shrugs.
“Nigga, You talking too much.”
The group laughs.
You glare at her.
“You’re so annoying.”
“Relax.”
“You literally assaulted me.”
“You’ll be fine.”
You shake your head, muttering under your breath.
“I swear you hate me.”
For half a second she goes still.
But then she scoffs.
“Yeah. That’s it.”
You lean forward to grab a drink from the table.
As you sit back down, your shoulder bumps hers.
She immediately pushes you away again.
“Watch it.”
You stare at her.
“I barely touched you!”
“You clumsy.”
You groan loudly.
“I’m not even doing anything!”
One of your friends across the room laughs.
“She just likes picking on you.”
You point at them.
“No she doesn’t. She’s mean.”
“She’s mean to everybody.”
“Not like this!”
You glance at her again.
“…You literally act like I’m the most annoying person alive.”
She leans back into the couch, crossing her arms.
“You kinda are.”
You throw a pillow at her.
She catches it easily.
Then tosses it back — hitting you square in the face.
The room erupts in laughter again.
You shove the pillow aside.
“I’m done talking to you.”
“Aight.”
You turn toward the other side of the couch.
Still annoyed.
Still convinced she just genuinely dislikes you.
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Meanwhile she’s staring straight ahead.
Jaw tight.
One of the other studs—Adajio—leans toward her quietly.
“…You’re doing it again.”
She mutters without looking over.
“Doing what Nigga.”
“Being weird about her.”
“I’m not.”
“You literally hit her.”
“She talks too much.”