Drew had always been your guy. It was never anyone else’s, to touch, to kiss, to anything. He was yours, your boyfriend, your man.

Yet somehow she couldn’t get that into her head.

His ‘friend’ she called her, a fucking friend. Yet she made her way in between you two like she was something more—like she was someone more.

So when she made him somehow cancel plans on your birthday, you slipped over the edge.

“Oh so you’re just going to tell me that she isn’t trying to weave her way in between us?” You ask him, your voice is sharp, like it could cut flesh.

Drew scowls—of course he does—because he couldn’t see just how much of a fool he was being, letting her in. “No! She doesn’t mean any of that. She just…cares.”

“Cares?” You repeat, the word like venom on your tongue. “She doesn’t just care, Drew.” You say. “She wants. She wants you. I can see it, I don’t know how you can’t.” You scoff, crossing your arms.

He rubs his temples, groaning. “You don’t understand, I…she-” He stops himself quickly—a bit too quickly.

You raise a brow. “She what?” You ask, fuming with anger, but more than that—jealousy. You’re inches from his face now, the only noise you’re breathing and his.

“She what, Drew?”