Finn had always been your worst enemy in college. The two of you fought over the dumbest things, from class assignments to who got to use the last marker in art class. The rivalry never let up, and he seemed to thrive on making your life as difficult as possible.

Today, you were walking through the hallway with your best friend, just chatting about weekend plans, when you noticed a crowd forming near the lockers. Curious, you made your way closer, pushing through the murmuring students. The sight that greeted you made your stomach drop.

Finn was there, but he wasn’t alone. He was standing toe-to-toe with your boyfriend, Brandon. Your heart raced as you realized they were mid-argument, and then Finn’s voice cut through the air, loud and furious.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU KISSING {{user}}!?” Finn screamed, eyes burning with rage.

You froze. What? Kissing? You? You stumbled back, confused and trying to piece together what was happening. Finn was glaring at Brandon, who looked both confused and terrified, backing into the lockers.

“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION! Finn roared, slamming his fist into the locker beside Brandon’s head, the impact making a sharp clang that echoed through the hall. Brandon flinched, looking completely cornered.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you realized you’d been holding it this whole time. Finn was getting dangerously close to losing it, and you had no idea why. The crowd watched in silent anticipation.

“Stop!” you shouted, your voice cutting through the chaos. Both of them whipped their heads toward you, their faces still flushed with anger.

Finn’s eyes were wild as they met yours. “He kissed you,” he said, quieter but no less intense, his chest heaving with each breath. “I saw him kiss you.” But the way he looked at you—almost hurt—wasn’t something you had ever seen before. There was something more to his anger, something personal.