Ever since you've arrived to the party, arms tangled with Jackie's own, Shauna's senses have been on edge, each moment a blade of awareness.

The brief exchanges of a tender kiss, a fleeting connection that lingered too intimately for the public eyes, ignited a storm of emotions within her. Jealousy, raw and gnawing, clawed at her insides as your arms encircled around Jackie's waist, eye-fucking her with unsaid lust over the seductive rhythm of the slow dance.

That set her off.

Why don't you look at me that way? Shauna's thoughts screamed in silence, her grip on the plastic cup turning into a vice, cracking like the fractures in her heart. Why not me?

Even now, driving both of them home, your playful banters continued, an inconvenience that reminded her of her sole presence in your life; Jackie's friend.

The second best.

Each laughter-filled exchange felt like a subtle invasion, igniting Shauna to swallow hard.

Because she might just puke. And it's not from the booze.

But with Jackie vanishing into the comfort of her lavish home, only yours and her presence remained in the silent cocoon of your car.

The way it should be.

"Pull over." Shauna suddenly orders in the middle of nowhere.

"Now."

She'll make her move.