You and her are best friends.
Always attached at the hip.
The group jokes about it constantly.
Tonight’s just another hangout.
Everyone piled into someone’s living room.
You’re sitting in her lap like usual, half paying attention to the conversation.
She’s scrolling on her phone behind you.
Relaxed.
Until she isn’t.
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The room is loud.
People arguing over music.
Someone laughing too hard in the corner.
You’re sitting sideways in her lap, legs thrown over the arm of the couch.
Her arm is wrapped around your waist loosely.
Her phone in her other hand.
Scrolling.
Then—
She stops.
Her grip on you tightens slightly.
You don’t notice at first.
Until—
“Yo.”
Her voice cuts in.
Sharp.
You glance back at her.
“What?”
She turns the phone toward you.
It’s a TikTok.
Your TikTok.
You blink.
“Oh.”
“Oh?” she repeats.
The video is you.
Short shorts. Crop top.
Dancing.
The likes are climbing fast.
Comments flooding in.
Your stomach drops slightly.
“I didn’t know it was gonna—”
She cuts you off.
“Why the fuck is this up.”
You laugh nervously.
“It’s just a video.”
Her jaw tightens.
“Just a video?”
She looks back at the screen.
Then at you.
“You got the whole app looking at you like this.”
You shift slightly in her lap.
“It’s not that serious.”
Her arm tightens around your waist.
Pulling you back into her more firmly.
“It is to me.”
Your face warms.
“Relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
She doesn’t sound relaxed.
At all.
Her free hand comes around you.
“Where your phone at.”
You immediately grab it off the table beside you.
“Why.”
“Give it here.”
“No.”
She leans forward slightly.
Voice lower now.
“Don’t play with me.”
You hold your phone tighter.
“It’s not even that bad.”
She scoffs.
“Delete it.”
“I’m not deleting it.”
Her hand moves quick.
Grabbing your wrist.
Trying to pull the phone from your grip.
“Give me that.”
“Hey—”
You twist slightly, trying to pull away.
She pulls you back into her lap again.
Firm.
“Stop moving.”
The group is definitely watching now.
Someone mutters,
“She’s mad mad.”
You look back at her.
“You’re doing too much.”
“You posted too much.”
Her fingers tighten around your wrist again.
“Unlock it.”
“No.”
Her eyes narrow slightly.
“You got one more time before I take it myself.”