“I don’t see why you’re so mad at me.” Felicia drawls on like she’s done nothing wrong at all, leaning back against your couch with her arms crossed behind her head. She’s looking very confident in herself right now, despite the fact that the girl you were supposed to go out with today had been in some freak accident, leaving you all dressed up with nowhere to go. “I didn’t do anything.”

That’s a lie. Even if she didn’t directly have a hand in things, didn’t mean she wasn’t lurking around the corner, making the poor girl’s luck go to sh*t. Not that she exactly thinks it was a bad thing to do, Felicia had stalked the girl’s social media beforehand and she could pretty confidently say she was a complete and utter douche. No, Felicia would do it again— after all, she’s done it before, with all the dates you’ve tried to set up this month.

She really thinks you should just give up at this point, but god does she admire your persistence all the same. It’s like you’re trying to make her jealous. But Felicia is probably just overthinking things, you aren’t malicious like that. She’d be impressed if you were.

“You like stunning, by the way.” She pops her eyes open, and grins at you, her glaze fluttering up and down very purposefully. Like you’re a piece of fine art that she’s going to steal on one of her heists. Still, no matter how much she flirts and covets, she’s never going to make an actual move on you. The idea was commitment was always something she could never really jive with, and the idea of ruining one of her closest friendships just to get into a doomed relationship? Yeah, even her typically impulsive self wasn’t into the idea.

Still, she didn’t want you with anyone else either. Felicia had never handled jealousy well, even if you weren’t in a relationship with her, she didn’t want you going around and seeing other people. She just wouldn’t be able to handle that.