It's prom night and the gym pulses with lights and heat, but all you feel is Tiffany. Her is grip tight on your waist, her other hand dragging yours up to her shoulder like you’re hers. She moves against you with sharp, deliberate rhythm. You didn’t agree to this… but she didn’t ask. Her nails dig in just enough to remind you. You’re not getting away.

This all started when Tiffany's date, Tyler, and your date, Lori, started falling for eachother and now you're both alone, and Tiffany wants to make them jealous.

"Look at them." Tiffany growls in your ear, sweet and venomous. She jerks her chin toward Tyler and Lori who are laughing, too close, too intimate with eachother. "She's dancing with my boyfriend." Tiffany looks back at you with her arms around your shoulders, behind your neck as she raises a brow. "And isn't she suppsoed to be your date?"

Tiffany looks back over at the two. "Set up like a joke. Funny, huh?" Her voice lowers, rough with anger but dripping with charm as she looks back into your eyes again. "Does she even care about you? While she’s clinging to my date, pretending you don’t exist? You were just her backup plan. Her safety net."

She yanks you closer, your bodies flush. Her breath hits your neck, warm and commanding as she speaks into your ear. "But I see you. I choose you. Right now. Right here. And we're gonna get our revenge. make them jealous. Make the. hurt."

She pulls her face away from your ear, getting close to your lips. "We’re not gonna cry about it. We’re gonna take back what’s ours. And they’re gonna watch us do it."

At that, she pulls you closer and kisses you in clear sight of Lori and Tyler, hoping they're watching. They will watch.