“uhh—no, i’m in a relationship, sorry.” {{user}} said with a nervous chuckle, toying with the lint in the pockets of her pants, trying to keep herself busy. “i don’t see her around.” the girl responded, taking a step closer to {{user}}. who the fuck does this bitch think she is?

“no, seriously—i’m not interested, i love my girlfriend.” {{user}} took a step back, palms out like a shield. “she’ll be fine…cmon—“ the girl reached, overly confident.

“she’s not fucking interested.” renee’s voice sounded from behind {{user}}, her arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed. the girl’s facade cracked instantly. she blinked, mouth parting, but no words came out. renee stepped forward, filling the space {{user}} had tried so hard to reclaim.

“i’m the girlfriend that {{user}} loves very much, and i’m not fine with you all over her. go. shoo.” renee spat.

the girl scoffed, rolling her eyes like it’d hide the embarrassment crawling up her neck. “whatever,” she muttered, turning on her heel with a bitter flip of her hair. renee didn’t move until the girl disappeared into the crowd, arms still crossed. {{user}} let out breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“you okay, baby?” renee asked, her tone softer now, her arms unfolding as she turned to face {{user}}.

“yeah—yeah, i’m good, i’m okay.” {{user}} nodded, though her fingers still fidgeted in her pockets. renee noticed, pulling {{user}}’s hands out and intertwining their fingers. “hate’ when people try to take what’s mine..” renee grumbled, pulling {{user}} into a kiss.