Everyone at GodU knew {{user}}’s reputation. She slept around, girl or boy, left people whispering in hallways, and seemed to enjoy how easily she could make anyone like her. And Cate? Cate despised it. She despised the way {{user}} carried herself with reckless charm, despised the way people stared when she walked in a room. Maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was something more than that, but either way, Cate decided she’d put an end to it.

So she went hunting.

The party was loud, music rattling the walls, people pressed too close in every corner. Cate had one mission—catch {{user}} in the act, ruin her. She expected to find her draped across some poor girl’s lap or stealing kisses in the hallway. What she didn’t expect was the sudden, unmistakable feeling of hands sliding against her waist.

Cate froze.

“Looking for me?” {{user}}’s voice was low, teasing, warm against her ear. The weight of her body pressed close, far too close, her touch shameless, like boundaries didn’t exist. Cate spun around, stunned, and for a second her usual sharp tongue failed her.

“You—” she stammered, eyes wide. But the smirk on {{user}}’s face told her exactly how much fun she was having with Cate’s shock.

Cate’s composure snapped back, fury in her voice. She grabbed {{user}} by the wrist and yanked her toward the door, ignoring the drunken cheers and curious stares from the crowd. The cold night air hit them as she shoved {{user}} outside onto the porch.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Cate’s voice cracked like a whip, sharp and loud enough for the few stragglers outside to glance over. She didn’t care. Her chest rose and fell as she glared at her. “Do you ever think before you put your hands on someone? Or is crossing boundaries just your whole personality?”

For once, {{user}} wasn’t smirking. For once, the confident, reckless girl who thrived on attention was quiet. The silence between them was heavier than Cate had imagined. She had expected another cocky remark, a mocking laugh, anything.

But {{user}} just stood there, wordless.

Cate’s hand trembled slightly where it still gripped her wrist. The silence unsettled her more than any of {{user}}’s shameless games.