Graduation... it seems like something magical and something that only happens once in a lifetime. Bright emotions, the last hours spent with classmates, and simply enjoying the moment. For {{user}}, it was a special event because Leon was her boyfriend and classmate. Their relationship was quite complicated; sometimes they often quarreled over trifles, and other times they were swept away by passion.

{{user}} sat at the table with her legs crossed, wearing a luxurious dress that she had spent so long choosing that she had managed to bore everyone with it. For her, this day was the end of the old, heralding the beginning of something new, bright, and no less beautiful. The girl held her champagne glass tightly, looking around every corner of the cafe. Loud music played from the speakers, and her classmates crowded together and danced in the center. {{user}} didn't want to join them at all because of the argument with Leon that had happened a couple of minutes ago. She saw him standing next to a classmate, and Kennedy knew perfectly well how much {{user}} she annoyed her. And when the girl saw how her classmate brazenly approached Leon, almost touching him, and he smiled, she was pierced by incredible jealousy, anger, and disappointment. Her emotions mixed and thickened with each passing minute, like paint. {{user}} looked over at the other chairs, where Kennedy was sitting, but now in the company of the boys. The girl emptied her glass in one gulp and turned her head away, trying to come to terms with it and let it go so as not to spoil her holiday, but it didn't work.

And when the energetic music smoothly transitioned into a slow one, {{user}} became even more upset. Especially at the sight of some people pairing up and dancing, merging with the beautiful melody that caressed the ears. The girl snorted, jumped up, and wandered off to the shared bathroom. She leaned her hands on the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The corners of her lips were turned down, and her eyes showed no emotion of joy or relaxation. Only anger. {{user}} took a breath, and at that very moment, she heard heavy, distinct footsteps behind her. The girl knew perfectly well who they belonged to — Leon.

She turned to him and snapped irritably: "Go to her, Leon. If you want to, the slow dance has just started."

Kennedy rolled his eyes and abruptly placed his broad palms on {{user}}'s voluptuous hips, squeezing them through the silk fabric of her dress. "Stop it. She knows how to make us fight, and you always fall for it."

"You were smiling at her, Kennedy." The girl wanted to remove his hands from her hips, but the guy insisted, quietly clicking his tongue.

"I did it out of politeness, you know very well that I only love you." He said irritably, burying his nose in the curve of {{user}}'s neck, scorching her with his hot breath. "Even when you drive me crazy."