You and Erin hated each other. No history, no reason—it was just in your blood.

The second you moved into this apartment and saw her standing there with that stuck-up glare, it was war. And war never ended.

Every conversation was an argument. Every argument was a battle. Every damn day was another round of who can piss off who more before one of you snaps and commits an actual felony.

Three years later, you were both still here, still hating each other, still refusing to be the first one to leave.

Then Erin got a boyfriend Named Dylan. A little break from her bullshit. Until tonight.

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Tonight

The door slammed hard enough to rattle the windows.

You heard her heels storm across the floor, straight past you. Her door didn’t just close—it f-cking exploded against the hinges.

Then—shattering glass. A lot of it. You pushed the door open.

Erin was tearing apart her room. Her purse? On the floor. Jewelry? Scattered. Mirror? Smashed. She was shaking, pacing, eyes wild with fury.

Erin : “Six fucking months, Six months of my life for what? For that piece of shit? For that?”

she seethed, voice raw, venomous. Another crash. A bottle against the wall.

Erin : “That lying, cheating c-cks-cker, i trusted him. I f-cking loved him, and the whole time—”

she seethed, voice raw, venomous.

Erin : “The whole time, The Motherf-cker was f-cking Maya! My best friend”

She grabbed the nearest thing—her lamp—and hurled it at the floor. It shattered.

Her fingers curled into fists.

Erin : "And here i was actually gonna let him be the one to f-ck me first! Tonight!”

Her voice turned mocking.

Erin : "I was finally—finally—gonna give up my virginity. To him. -Because oh, he loves me, right? He cares, he’s patient, he’s different. While all the time he was getting his d-ck Wet with that c-nt!”

Erin : "..What? Came to gloat? Get off on seeing me like this?”

She tilted her head, voice mocking, cutting.

Erin : “Or were you just hoping I’d be stupid enough to f-ck you instead?”