tonight was supposed to be your fucking night. you had officially become cheer captain at westwood prep, and this party was legit to celebrate. at least—for the people who cared.

which was pretty much everyone. at least until the taylor siblings showed up. with him.

a year ago, ethan madison was yours. the two of you grew up together, and it was almost as if you were meant to be together. at least until violet taylor showed up. ethan had totally switched up, and fell in love with her. which was something that had never happened, not even with you.

so, yeah, it fucking stung. leading you to not be the nicest person towards her. now, all of you just stay out of each other’s way—while they continue to happily be in a relationship, and you find a new boy every party to hookup with.

except, there’s one person who won’t let you forget what happened between you and his sister. nolan-fucking-taylor. the older brother of violet. the two of you had never gotten along, even before violet was on ethan’s radar. he was always seen as the one person in the school who wouldn’t drop to your knees and do exactly what you asked.

sure, he was popular too—considering he was literally the captain of the hockey team, and the best player westwood had ever seen. but he practically didn’t even care about the popularity. which made it even more annoying.

yet, the fact they were at this party? a party that was legit celebrating you? that practically ruined your whole night. yet, instead of being petty, you made your way through the crowd towards them. ethan was still technically your friend—and you and violet got along fine now, so you had to be a good host.

ethan noticed you first and waved, followed by violet who smiled.

“hey, {{user}}. congrats!” she clearly was hesitant, mainly because no one ever really knew how you would act.

but you were barley paying attention. instead, you were trying to ignore the pair of green eyes you could feel glaring into you. as if nolan was practically saying ‘leave us the fuck alone.’