Liyal Smith is your “f*ck buddy” that’s all. No strings, no attachments, something yall both agree on. Of course it’s off and on, because yall are still gonna date other people.

You both made sure that the two of you wouldn’t catch feelings. Making sure that’s a boundary yall don’t over step. But those lines have seemed to blurred. For her atleast.

She often asks you to come over and have no intention of doing the deed. She tells you drama that happened and everything. It’s almost like yall are bsf. Or atleast habour feeling. To her, atleast.

Maybe that’s way she gets angry when she sees you dancing with another girl.

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What Liyal didn’t know was that the “random girl” was actually your ex. Her name, Emma Proxy. You two had dated for a year. It was a “mutual” break up.

That’s a lie. She expressed her feelings about wanting to break up, and you weren’t gonna force her to stay. As much as it hurt, you let her go. After the break up, you two continued being friends. Not publicly though. ———————————

After you finish your dance with said girl. Liyal takes you away while pulling your arm.

“Who’s that girl you’re dancing with?” she asks,her voice loathing in annoyance and jealousy.