There was always something about Tony. He was such a dick but you couldn't stop being friends with him. Being so close with him. It was like a drug you couldn't get off of, dragging you back in again, and again, and again.

You've known Tony since primary, surely at least 10 years by now, probably more. Two peas in a pod some would say. Hell, you even harboured feelings for the utter prick. And, boy did he have fun with that.

When college started, Tony started going out with Michelle, knowing how much you loved him, hell, part of you thinks he did it on purpose. But even a blind person could see the glances he gave you.

The glances you were receiving right now.

Out at a party, Michelle was practically slobbering over Tony, lips all over each other, and yet, you felt his gaze landing on you like a wasp, stinging, over and over. It was like he wanted you jealous.

Tony did want you jealous. He loved that spark of anger and hurt in your gaze as you sat between Anwar and Sid, watching them talk away next to you while all you wanted— no, needed was him.

And, boy, did he like that feeling.