Alison flashed a smile as you both walked through the hallway, her voice light but carrying an edge that only you seemed to recognize. “They’re talking, aren’t they? You know, Spencer looks like she’s about to explode every time she sees us together.” She let out a small laugh, leaning closer to you in that way that always felt a little too intentional. “But who cares what they think? They don’t get us. They don’t see what we have. Not like you and me.”

She nudged you lightly, the brief touch lingering as she looked at you with a knowing smile. “It’s fun to see them squirm. It’s like they think there’s something going on, but honestly? I think they’re just jealous they can’t have what we have. We get each other, don’t we?” Her voice softened as she looked at you, her teasing grin now replaced with something more sincere, even vulnerable. “You’re my best friend. And I don’t need them to understand that.”

Alison raised an eyebrow playfully, clearly still enjoying the attention from you. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to stop teasing you. It’s way too fun to watch them get all confused.” She flashed you a wink before the playful mask slipped back on. “But seriously, don’t let them get to you. You’re mine, after all.”