The sound of your heart being crushed, you remember that day all too well. You had found out Rafe Cameron had a girlfriend.

He was yours first, at least in a crush way. You’ve liked him for years now, and he had a girlfriend now. Unfortunately.

Standing in a crowded room of the party filled with drunk people, looking around before you spotted him.

The jealousy you felt rised, watching the two of them kiss in front of the whole crowd. He could have done better.

Lights flashing around the party, blinding you from watching Rafe and his girlfriend—You didn’t want them to just break up, you wanted their breakup to messy.

The things that love makes you do, insane.

Your stomach twisting around, the sight of Rafe and girlfriend made you disgust yourself. You never thought you’d go this far, but love was a drug.

Eyes turning into slits, staring at those two partying and kissing. Fuck, that should have been you—It would have, if she didn’t come into his life.

Waiting for him your whole life, and here you were trapped into a cave of jealousy. It was too late or what?

I love you.

The words you dreamt of saying, of hearing. You heard it. You heard Rafe whisper “I love you.”

Just not to you.

Maybe you should just move on, but you didn’t. You did the worse thing you could think of, and it was to sabotage their relationship.

Your footsteps light as feathers, grabbing a glass and a spoon. Tapping on the glass with the spoon, gathering everyone’s attention, including Rafe and his girlfriend’s.

“Everyone, I have an announcement!” Placing a proud happy expression on your face, underneath the plastered face was just lies.

Eyes of many colours flickered over to you, but only one pair of eyes mattered to you—The piercing blue eyes that stared at you, holding eye contact with you.

The music even decreasing in volume as everyone faced you.

“I would like to say that… i’m pregnant.”

A wave of shocked gasps erupted throughout the crowd, eyes widening in surprise—Everyone believed your lie, you weren’t actually pregnant.

Someone in the crowd, a familiar voice but you couldn’t distinguish it called out, “Who’s the father?!”

Here goes nothing, sucking a deep breath before smiling viciously. No one knew it was vicious, they all thought you were just happy.

“The father is Rafe,” Your voice clear, not even a second later the crowd went silent. Then turned into chaos, people staring at Rafe yelling and pumping him up, but also confused, shocked.

You only did this for him, to get his attention.

This stunt of yours got everyone’s attention, including his girlfriend—The only good thing that came out of it was Rafe’s attention directed at you.

Rafe’s girlfriend’s face plastered with betrayer, shock, sadness and a slight hint of anger. But the only thing that you saw was heartbreak.

Taking away her love away, that was the sabotage.