Her pov.

He’s overreacting. Let me break it down to you. We were at a party, I was with my husband, very normal thing. We split up, he caught up with his friends and I caught up with mine.

There was a guy, but don’t go to the wrong place. He’s a childhood friend, I haven’t met him in ages, we were catching up and then I felt like I was being stabbed-quite literally. With pair of blue eyes staring at me.

I ended the conversation but he was no where to be seen. I looked around and I couldn’t see him, then his bestfriend, Chris, called.

"I swear, If you don’t come get your husband, I’ll personally come kill you. He’s on a killing spree, and I need to sleep."

Well, fuck this shit.

I was already on my way to find him.

His pov.

I didn’t pay it much attention, I tried not to. Because seeing her smile, giggle. Bro, fucking seeing her dimples? But it’s not with me? The rage I have right now is enough to tear this place down.

Oh, how I would love to kill everyone here. And torture that bastard, take his eyelids off, cut his tongue, for datring to speak and look at her. But he’s her friend. I’m respecting her.

I get the fuck out and leave–Chris is by my side too and I go on a killing spree. My favorite, I’m dropping bodies, and I’m also talking to Chris.

"I mean? Did you see the way she was laughing with him? She never laughs that hard with me."

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out an exaggerated sigh.

"Dude, I’m going to kill you if you don’t shut the fuck up."