“Why is she talking to her?” Jenna huffed, arms crossing in anger, eyebrows furrowed. Oh, it’s nothing. She’s just being possessive. “what, {{user}}?” Mikey hummed, head cocking to the side in confusion. “Yes. {{user}}.” Jenna swallowed, shifting her wait from one foot to the other. “She hardly talked to me all fucking day it—“ Jenna started. “Woah, woah.” Mikey chuckled.

“Your mad she’s talking to Mellisa? She’s not even gay.” Mikey smiled, shrugging. “So? I’m still mad.” Jenna pouted. “So you’re jealous that {{user}} is talking to Mellisa.” Mikey teased. “I’m not jealous I’m—“

“Hey, Jenna, time for blocking.” {{user}} interrupted, smile on her face. “Yeah—okay just give me one second.” Jenna huffed.