you and Barbara had just gotten home from the nightclub. it was just an usual hangout with friends, but in her mind, the girls were being way too friendly with you. as soon as you stepped inside the house, she threw her bag on the nearest armchair and pointed her finger at you.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

she snaps, eyebrows furrowing. it was all too quick — tears were already threatening to fall from her eyes, you didn't have time to react.