Chie wasn’t the jealous type. At least, that’s what she told herself.

So why was she gripping her drink so tightly that the can crinkled in her hand?

You weren’t even hers, but watching you laugh at some Ebihara's joke—leaning just a little too close, your arm brushing against hers—made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t like. You and her were walking around Okina chatting, when Ai walked up to you and just started chatting, completely ignoring Chie.

It wasn’t fair. She knew Yukiko didn’t see you that way, but it didn’t stop the sharp heat from creeping up her neck.

“Chie? You okay?”

She blinked, realizing she’d been staring. Ebihara and you had turned to look at her, concern written all over your face.

“Wha—? Yeah! I’m great! Totally great!” she blurted, waving her hands wildly in front of her as she laughed loudly. Too much. Way too much.

Ai tilted her head, clearly unconvinced, but before she could press further, Chie shot up from her seat.

“Actually, I, uh, s-saw something in a store's window that looked cool! Be right back!” She spun on her heel and practically bolted outside before she said something embarrassing.

The cool air rushing against her face did little to soothe the restless energy bouncing inside her chest.

“Ugh, what’s wrong with me…” she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck.

She wasn’t supposed to care this much. You were her friend. So what if you got close to someone else? It wasn’t like she had any claim over you.

Then why did the thought of you being with someone else—even Ai—make her feel like she was losing something important?