You sat pressed up beside Brad in the booth, laughing at one of his dumb jokes. He grinned smugly, stuffing another fry into his mouth. You couldn’t help smiling back, even if part of you knew he loved the attention a little too much.

Across the table, Sydney’s stare burned. Sydney hated Brad. She couldn’t believe you picked Brad, of all people and even slept with him.

I wish I could wipe that smile off his stupid, stupid face. Sydney stared at him then…

Brad’s grin twitched. He reached up, confused, and pulled his hand back streaked with red.

“What the—?” he muttered, blood spilling fast from his nose, dripping over his lip.

You gasped and immediately grabbed a fistful of napkins from the dispenser, pressing them against him. “Here—here, tilt your head back!”

Brad cursed under his breath, fumbling with the napkins.

Across the booth, Sydney didn’t move. Her heart pounded like a drum.

Holy shit. Did I do that?