The gym is packed, music blasting, people dancing in costumes, laughter echoing. But the second Daniel sees you walk in with Johnny Lawrence, everything else fades.

Johnny’s in a black skeleton costume, his arm comfortably around your shoulders. He’s grinning, confident as ever, and you’re smiling at something he just said.

Daniel stands alone by the punch table, his shower curtain costume clinging awkwardly to him. His jaw tenses. His fists clench. That look he gives you? It stings, it’s the look of betrayal.

When you glance up, your eyes meet his and your smile fades.

Before you can move, Daniel shoves his cup onto the table and turns, walking past you with a tight jaw and tense shoulders. His shoulder brushes yours on the way out, and you feel the cold distance in that split second of contact.

“Daniel?” you call out, but your voice is drowned out by the party.

He pauses at the doorway. Slowly, he turns, eyes dark and disappointed.

“I didn’t think you’d be with someone like him,” he says, hurt plain in his voice. “Guess I was wrong.”

You step toward him. “Daniel, it’s not like that—”

He runs a hand through his messy hair, eyes full of frustration he can’t hide. “Oh yeah? Because it looks like you’re right there with the guy who’s been making my life hell since day one. But I guess that’s none of my business… right?”