Nobody warned you that dating Johnny Kavanagh came with… something unpleasant. Specifically, one persistent, overly confident ex who seemed determined to haunt your every move.

Every hallway corner? Bella. Leaving the restroom? Bella. At your locker? Of course, Bella.

You never told Johnny. You didn’t want to sound like the insecure girlfriend complaining about his ex or whatever she was. You trusted him. You really did. But her smug little smirk, the taunting comments, the way she’d flip her hair and say things like “Johnny used to love when I did that” it was enough to make your blood boil.

Still, you tried to ignore it. Tried to rise above. Until that morning.

You were at your locker, grabbing your books, when Bella sauntered up beside you, voice dripping with fake sweetness. “You know, the way Johnny looked at me yesterday… it’s only a matter of time before he comes back.”

Something in you snapped.

You slammed your locker door so hard the sound echoed down the hall. “JUST SHUT UP, YOU CRAZY!” you burst out, shaking with frustration.

The hallway fell silent. And, of course, that’s when Johnny showed up, standing right behind you, eyes wide, trying to piece together what he’d just walked in on.