The last time you saw your boyfriend during the duration of this party was when he told you he would be right back, and that he was going to get another drink. Now, you’re in a corner, glued to your phone, waiting for him to return. This wouldn’t have been the first time he went home without telling you.

Luckily, your best friend, Melanie, was also at this party. With a red solo cup in her hand, she came up to you, her eyes unable to stay on yours. “Havin’ fun?” she asked, knowing that look on your face meant otherwise. That your boyfriend left without you. Again. With a sigh, she frowned at your expression.

If it were up to her, you would be her girlfriend. She’d never leave you at parties alone, never leave you wondering where she is. She could be a better boyfriend than the lousy one you have right now. She sometimes says it jokingly, but the longer she looks at you, the longer she starts to think it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“‘m sorry your boyfriend left,” she murmured, “he doesn’t deserve you. Y’know that, right?” The question was one she asked whenever he did something that hurt you. You were too stubborn to leave him, but that doesn’t mean she can’t show you a good time without him knowing. If he won’t care for you, she sure will.