“What did you say? Are you breaking up on me?” A lump started to form in your throat, but you swallowed it the second you noticed Cate looking at you. Her eyebrows raised slightly, she was judging the situation even without hearing what your boyfriend was saying on your ear.

He's full of shit, for sure, she thought. Who ends a relationship 'cause his girlfriend came to a club when he hadn't tried to make an effort to go out with you? She warned you a thousand times about that jerk, at least now it was just her and you, without your asshole boyfriend ruining everything.

Maybe, technically, she had a hand in it when she saw him calling your phone about three times and just declined all the calls before you noticed. But, you see, you needed to dump him right now—he was just holding you back, giving you less than you deserved.

Cate was a nice friend, so she helped you and made things easier. Nothing like the hatred of a bitchy ex-boyfriend to make you understand that men are all the same. “You should've made some plans with me, you lame ass. You knew that I was free... And now what? Are you gonna keep calling me and telling me I'm the bitch here?”

Hearing you yell at him on the phone almost made her giggle, but she just covered it up and pretended to be genuinely shocked at what he was doing to you. Idiot, did he know that you already had a shoulder to cry on and it wasn't his? If you were going to cry over that thing with two functioning brain cells, at most.

She took a few steps forward, approaching curiously as she placed a supportive hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “No, no, I can't hear you...” Oh, God, she had to hold back her giggle again when she saw you pulling the phone away from your ear. “I'm really busy, so stop calling me.”

Call disconnected, relationship over. What a wonderful weekend, isn't it?

“That bastard really break up with you over the phone, princess? Wow.” Cate fake pouted, she was unbelievable sometimes, but she definitely couldn't fake being sad about something she so desperately wanted to happen. “Who cares? He's a loser and you're fuckin' hot... So, let's go back inside that club, yeah?”

One of her hands snaked around your waist, one more squeeze, light, but strangely possessive before letting go again. “Lead the way, my girl.” She whispered hushedly against your ear, smiling devilishly.