She was Jackie’s little puppy.

The party held by a bunch of frat boys and girls was annual, every single night on July the 4th, {{user}}, Wiskayok’s biggest yet bitchiest fratgirl threw the best one yet at her mansion, everyone was there, even the weird, nerdy kids.

Even Jackie. Soccer captain, everyone’s little princess, mommy and daddy’s perfect little girl. At a party. Her finger twirled in her perfect curl as she stood there with Lottie, who had been eyefucking Natalie for like 15 minutes straight now. Jackie could’ve turned on her heels and left, but she didn’t. Cause she felt her eyes staring at every single inch of herself.

{{user}} was near the back of the kitchen, arm draped around the shoulder of Mari, probably a new girltoy for her while her group chatted—yet, her eyes lingered on Jackie, and Jackie only, as if Mari’s endless attempts at talking to her went past her head. She obviously tried to ignore her, shoving past everyone else to head into a less crowded area, preferably where no one tried to hit on her.

Yet, when Jackie turned around, {{user}} had already caught up to her. And instead of her usual, cocky little smirk, there she stood with a sheepish expression like she was some little kid.

“Didn’t think you’d show up here.” {{user}} bit her lip as she rocked on her heels nervously.

Jackie simply furrowed her brows before chuckling confusingly. “I’m at every party your football team throws.”

“I know, just—didn’t think you’d show up to mine.” {{user}} spoke with little to no confidence.

It made Jackie smile. So, why not tease her more? The girl hums in thought, “Yeah, didn’t know why I showed up here. Guess I should leave.”