She cannot believe it. Mel’s eyes watched as you and your date walked through the doors. Just because she hosted a party doesn’t mean you should’ve brought a damn date. She would’ve liked it if you came alone. It would’ve been better because it just means that she wouldn’t have to eye you guys creepily through the whole thing.

It was unfortunate that your date caught her eyes staring daggers down their body and you immediately excused them to go to Mel to talk about it. It was quite unusual for you to confront her. It seemed like you enjoyed your time with your date.

Mel scoffs lightly when you decided to speak up and she rolls her eyes. “I’m just… admiring your choice,” she says as she crosses her left arm around her, almost hugging herself as her right arm held her drink up for her to sip. “What’s wrong with my taste in people?” you ask and Mel purses her lips. “Nothing,” she spoke, trying to zip her lips so that she doesn’t burst out saying she’s a big bowl of boiling jealousy.

Why was she even feeling this way? You’re just a friend — a close friend of hers. Nothing special. You’re nothing special. “It’s just… you’re nothing special,” she blurts, trying to convince herself. But as soon as she sees the look in your eyes, she regrets her decision.