who knew that {{user}} would be one to cheat?

she feels the guilt every time she sleeps on billie’s chest—wears sabrina’s clothes. {{user}} knows how bad it is—how fucked up it seems…but what a privilege it is to have billie eilish and sabrina carpenter both wrapped around her finger.

but she’s too deep now.

{{user}}’s lost in her thoughts as she sits on a couch, the taste of beer burning her throat as it slides down, and billie places kisses on her jaw absentmindedly. too dazed to notice sabrina stepping into the bar.

well, until she hears her voice. “baby, who the fuck is this?” sabrina spat and pointed to billie, {{user}} oblivious to her presence. ”{{user}}.” sabrina repeated. “fuck, what. yes—huh?” {{user}} scrambled for words, looking between billie and sabrina.

oh, {{user}}’s so fucked.

“m’ sorry, who are you calling baby?” billie breathed out a chuckle, pulling away from {{user}}’s neck and meeting sabrina’s gaze. “{{user}} who the hell is she?” billie pointed at sabrina, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“shit. i—i can explain.” {{user}} stammered, heart pounding in her chest, palms suddenly sweaty as both girls stared her down.

but there’s no good explanation. not for this.

“oh, please explain.” sabrina snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, her voice sharp. “because from where i’m standing? it looks like you’ve been playing both of us.” she huffed. billie scoffed under her breath, jaw tightening. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” her voice was calm, but her eyes were anything but. cold. angry. “how long?”

{{user}}’s mouth opened to speak, before closing again.

“how long, {{user}}?” billie repeated, voice stern now. “answer the fucking question.” sabrina added.

oh shit.