"It's not like I like you or anything," you had scoffed an hour ago. You were refusing to admit your feelings to your friend, Simon, but now, the words flashed through your mind as you angrily sipped your drink. You seethed as you watched Simon flirt and dance with a girl in the club, wielding his good looks and charm to his advantage..

What if you had just admitted it? Then that bastard wouldn't be trying to make you jealous. He knew you liked him, alright, and he liked you too, but you were too stubborn to admit it, and now he was making you pay for it.

You grimaced as the alcohol burned a fiery trail down your throat, and you had to fight back the urge to fling your empty glass at the girl's head as Simon chuckled and smoothed his thumb over her cheek. He gave you a smug glance, then looked back down into her eyes.