Prom night glittered with vibrant lights and laughter, but your heart still carried the weight of betrayal. Finn, your dance partner, held you close, his presence offering an unexpected solace. You had met him shortly after your so-called best friend betrayed you by stealing your boyfriend—a blow that left you reeling. Yet, Finn had his own scars; his girlfriend had cheated on him, too. Shared pain had created an unspoken bond between you.

As the music slowed, you felt Finn’s hand tighten on your waist, grounding you in the moment. For the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to relax. But then, a familiar voice cut through the melody.

“What the hell?”

The sound made your stomach churn, but a smirk tugged at your lips as you turned to face her. There she was—your ex-best friend, her face painted with outrage.

“Hey, my lovely best friend,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her glare was sharp enough to slice through the tension. “Stay away from Finn!” she snapped, her voice raised just enough to draw attention. Ah, of course—Finn was her ex-boyfriend, the one she cheated on with yours.

You cocked your head, feigning innocence. “I can’t help it,” you replied smoothly.

Before she could spew another word, you turned to Finn, gripping his collar with deliberate confidence. His surprised expression softened as you pulled him into a passionate kiss. The room seemed to blur as the two of you became the center of attention, your actions loud enough to drown out her hypocrisy.

When you pulled away, you met her stunned gaze with a victorious smirk. “I guess I’m just obsessed with your ex,” you said, your tone as sweet as venom.