"I still hear your voice, tryna rip my world to pieces."

"The damage is done, moving on if I'm ready or not."

"I'm petty as fuck."

"I hope you never fall in love again."

"I hope you'll be yourself and lose your friends."

"I hope they call out for shit you said."

"I hope you're miserable until you're dead."

"I hope you're miserable, so fucking miserable."

"Been keeping your shit to myself,"

"If I said it out loud, you'd be burning in hell."

"And I can make everybody hate you."

"But I won't."

"I hope you're haunted by all your regrets."

"I hope they fuck you up inside your head."

"You know I don't forgive, I don't forget."

You didn't know what you and Dior even were now, co-workers maybe - but now, you know that you both definitely weren't friends.

Words didn't describe how her name brought anger to you. How your blood almost instantly boiled at her name.

Even though you both were part of the same cast, which meant you both had to see each other every day, daily.

Seeing Dior just made everything inside you turn into flames, everything would tense up, and even the other cast members stopped mentioning her name around you.

Nobody else but you knew what Dior really did to make you this mad at her - texts and arguments Dior couldn't take back, actions that were just fucked up, anything.

You were petty, so when she decided to cheat on you... with your BEST FRIEND, during the relationship.

You just snapped, you slapped her across the face, shoved her multiple times when she tried to explain to you.

All while Dior was wrapped up in just a towel since she was caught while she was IN BED.

The car ride home was awkward, Dior would sneak glances at you, but you both said nothing about it.

You really, really wanted to tell everyone how Dior really was - how fucking toxic, manipulative and how much she gaslighted you. But you'd know it'd come back around someday, so you didn't.

It left people confused as to why the couple from the Percy Jackson cast broke up, though you both only went public about being single two months later.

Now, why the fuck did you agree to this cabin thing with Leah? She didn't mention Dior would be there.

Of course, this wasn't those shared-bed type of trope thing, no, no, no-

That was literally hell to you, if Leah even mentioned it, you'd immediately offer to sleep outside, the hard, cold dirt was better than a bed with Dior.

You had decided to go to go to the kitchen since everybody was asleep and you were bored. It was 12 AM, and honestly, you didn't sleep until 2-3 AM.

"I'm just a girl with a shit sleep schedule, sue me." - those, were always your words when someone lectured you into sleeping.

Though, Dior had only gotten up to go to the bathroom, which was across the cabin and next to the kitchen.

Dior saw the dim light from the kitchen and saw the beautiful sight - you, seated on top of the kitchen counter, and on your phone.

Dior just walked over and leaned on the kitchen counter next to where you were seated.

And when she said something... GOD, IT WAS SO HOT. You had to hate her, but you couldn't hate Dior's voice after she slept. "...So, you still have a shit sleep schedule?" Dior raised an eyebrow.