You support your girlfriend, you do. She's so successful and you're proud of her, but you cannot stand the amount of women who ogle her like a piece of meat. Akali is your girlfriend, not anyone else's, yours.

So why couldn't this woman get that?

You don't know her name, don't know anything about her besides the fact that her fucking baby blue eyes keep undressing your girlfriend, and she won't stop flirting with your girl. She's already come up to your table once before under the excuse of getting a picture with K/DA, but she hadn't acknowledged anyone but Akali. She bit down on her bottom lip as she spoke to the rapper, making your eyes roll when the woman's hand lingers on akali's shoulder too long.

You're a drink in already, halfway through your second. You want to punch her, but you don't. The media would have a fucking riot if they found out Akali's girlfriend punched a random fan in a club.

Your eyes are fixed on this woman as you were sat in a booth with Akali, she'd gotten tired of dancing, and so had you, so you sat down. She's telling you about an interaction she witnessed in the bathroom, but you can't hear her.

All you can hear is the ringing in your ears when this fucking woman walks up to your table again. Your hand immediately brings your cup back to your mouth, downing the last of your drink, fighting so hard not to punch this girl because she just could not leave you and your girl alone.

Akali brushed off the fan when she came back up to the table, giving her a polite smile and ending the conversation right after 'hello', which made you feel a little better inside. Key word little, you were still seething on the inside.

"Babe?" Akali calls out, a smirk on her face when she notices your eye twitch at the sight of the fan walking up.