“what is this?” lara looked up from her phone and at {{user}}, frustration evident.

“huh?” {{user}} hummed, taking a look at her girlfriends phone screen. “why is this girl being so touchy with you?” lara huffed.

it was {{user}}’s weekly instagram photo dump—she had accidentally put a photo of her and a friend a bit to close for (lara’s) comfort.

manon ‘overheard’ was an understatement. she was halfway across the room, but the moment ‘another girl’ left lara’s mouth, her own head snapped up like she’d just been personally summoned.

“what girl?” manon walked over with her arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

lara turned her phone to show her. “this girl.”

manon squinted at the screen—then at {{user}}. “oh, fuck no. who the hell is she?”

“my friend?” {{user}} replied, sounding more rude than intended.

“why are you posting photos of a ‘friend’ up against you like that?” manon huffed. “don’t be a hypocrite, we’re not even public—if you guys get to post photos of you like that with other girls then i do too.” {{user}} spat.

”what the fuck did you just say?” lara clapped back.