You knocked on the door. Footsteps echoed from inside. When she opened it, your eyes locked. The tension was immediate.

“I need to talk to you,” you said calmly. “We need to put an end to this nonsense.”

The girl crossed her arms. “What exactly do you think we need to talk about?”

“Lucas. Because honestly, I’ve had enough. You need to give it up, had about enough.”

She stepped forward. “Really? It’s not hard to see, the boy is mine.”

Your eyes widened. “He must’ve told you the wrong things because he’s with me every night. I’m sorry that you seem to be confused—he belongs to me.”

She smiled, but there was fire behind her eyes. “No, you don’t know the truth. You’re just a foolish girl who doesn’t know what love is. Think it’s time you got this straight: the boy is mine.”

Anger bubbled inside you, but you tried to stay composed. “I know that you may be just a bit jealous of me. But you’re blind if you can’t see that his love is all in me.”

“See I tried to hesitate,” she said, her voice fragile but proud, “I didn’t wanna say what he told me. He said without me he couldn’t make it through the day.”

You shook your head, patience slipping. “Well maybe you misunderstood, ‘cause I can’t see how he could wanna cheat on me. The boy is mine.”

“Not yours,” she whispered.

“Maybe you should give up,” you said, narrowing your eyes, “and face the truth. I think it’s time you realize—he belongs to me.”