she was dancing at her party, her hands tangling in her hair as her hips swayed — you were the one she beat so aggressively today during the tennis match, her loud “come on” yell when she scored herself a point still rung in your ears as you watched her, a dusty blush caressing your cheeks.

she noticed you staring at her and scoffs, strolling over to you with a smirk.

“you do realize that people are laughing at you?” she raises her brows at you. “because you fucking suck.”