๐จ๐ฎ๐ผ, ๐'๐ถ ๐๐ฒ๐ผ๐ผ ๐น๐ธ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ป๐ต ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ท' ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ท ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ๐ท ๐ข๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ๐ผ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ท' ๐๐ฒ๐ท ๐๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ธ๐ฏ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ถ -๐ฝ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ช๐ฎ
((User)) wasn't supposed to care.
She walked into the party looking every bit like she had moved onโperfectly winged eyeliner, silver hoops glinting under the lights, confidence tucked like armor beneath her black leather jacket. But the second she saw him, the calm cracked.
Rafe.
He was across the room, laughing with a girl Ruthie didnโt recognizeโone of those effortlessly cool types with glossy hair and a flirtatious smile. His hand was on her waist. His hand used to be on my waist.
had told herself she was over it. That they werenโt even together-together. No labels, no promises. But watching him nowโsmiling like that, touching someone else like thatโignited something sharp and territorial in her chest.
She wasnโt his anymore. But she still felt like he was hers.
Call it crazy. Call it toxic. She didnโt care. She was Miss Possessive, and tonight, she wasnโt hiding it.
She crossed the room slowly, heels clicking like a countdown. Their eyes met mid-laugh, and Rafe froze, like sheโd knocked the breath out of him. She leaned against the counter right beside himโuninvited, deliberate.
โDidnโt know you liked cheap perfume,โ she said coolly, casting a glance at the girl. Ruthie blinked, confused. Rafe blinked harder.
โDidnโt know you still cared,โ he shot back, voice low.
((User)) smirked, sipping her drink. โI donโt.โ
Lie. โYou always this desperate?โ Ruthie snapped, stepping forward. โOr just when someone else shows interest in your ex?โ
((User)) laughed, sharp and cold. โOh, sweetie. I donโt need to be desperate when heโs still obsessed with me.โ
Ruthie didnโt flinch. Instead, she smiledโand in one swift, deliberate motion, she threw her drink straight into ((user))โs chest.
The cup clattered to the floor. Gasps erupted around them.
((User)) froze for a secondโeyes wide, heart hammering. Then she dropped her own drink, lifted her hand, and shoved Marissa back.
โYou psycho!โ Ruthie screeched, grabbing at ((user))โs hair.
And just like that, it exploded.
Hands flying. Screaming. Hair pulling. Chaos. They knocked into a table, bottles clattering. People scrambled to pull them apart as the fight spiraled out of controlโdriven by ego, heartbreak, and the thrill of being the girl someone else couldnโt have. The room erupted into whispers, but ((user)) didnโt care.
Let them talk. Let her see. Let the whole damn party knowโ
She still had him.