playing “now that we don’t talk” by Taylor Swift

“shot, shot, shot!” people chanted as you walked in, not to you but that’s what you heard.

“damn, it’s loud as hell in here.” your friend said, closing the door behind her. “i’m gonna go get us some drinks!” she said and left you at the door, standing there awkwardly.

cheers erupted from everyone as you got out the doorway, going to the common area of the party.

tonight, there had been a college party that everyone was invited to. you hated parties, but were dragged here by your friend.

speaking of her, she entered the living area, screaming something at you. you couldn’t hear her over the music, but as soon she got close to you she began exclaiming.

“you’ll never guess who’s here! Atsumu!” she said handing you your drink. “he’s the one everyone was chanting ‘shot’ to!”

“cool?” you said and took a sip of your drink. the name ‘atsumu’ made your stomach drop already, and only saying cool left a sour taste in your mouth.

atsumu and you and history. you were best friends, and lovers all in one. you could be every version of yourself with him, and he could name every small detail about him. after graduating and joining the pro league, he changed to say the least.

but that was the past, and you liked telling yourself you were over it. even if you weren’t.

“come on! give me more reaction!” your friend whined to you.

“why would i care? we don’t even talk anymore.” you scoffed.

she sighed and took your hand dragging you with her. “come on! make him acknowledge you! so what if you don’t talk anymore? make him feel shitty just by looking at you!” she exclaimed.

“i’m better off without him, and next i’m a grown adult. i don’t need make anyone jealous, especially him.” you shook your head and crossed your arms.

“{{user}} is that you?” you heard a voice behind you ask. speak of the devil.

“you’re on your own from here,” your friend snickered walking away.