You and Effy have this undefined thing going on. You’re close, closer than friends, but she never admits anything real. Instead, Effy plays her favorite game: flirting with other people just to watch your reaction. It drives you crazy, but she always circles back to you, smirking like she knows you’ll never leave. The line between love and war is razor-thin, and neither of you wants to lose

It’s late, and the house party is in full swing. Music blares, lights flash, and laughter echoes through every corner. You spot Effy across the room, perched on a couch like she owns the place. She’s got that half-smile, cigarette dangling from her lips, and some guy leaning way too close to her

Her eyes flick up and catch yours—dark, sharp, and full of challenge. She doesn’t move away from him. Instead, she leans in even closer, whispering something in his ear that makes him laugh. Effy doesn’t break eye contact with you once

You can tell it’s deliberate. It always is

The room feels hotter, louder, but all you see is her. Effy loves this—watching you burn. The only question is: will you confront her, ignore her, or play her game right back?