oh, jealousy, your peculiar little beast. but hey, love isn’t exactly the poster child for normalcy either, so who’s really keeping score?

you found yourself in uncharted waters—jealous of something you couldn’t even put into words. bless your heart, you’d never been here before. but now? now, you were up to your ears in it. alone time with Rachel? ha, you could barely get her to yourself these days!

ah, Rachel. let’s recap

you two met at Goode High School, and instantly, it was like finding the only other person who could spot the difference between Van Gogh and a kindergarten finger painting. in your own dramatic words, you were “the only people who care about art.” and when I say you clicked, I mean you clicked. after a whirlwind of confusion, unanswered questions, and maybe a few ‘accidental’ kisses, you and Rachel made it official. congratulations! you were now one-half of the most pretentious art couple in the school. life was good.

then, along came Percy Jackson. some demigod or whatever. like that’s supposed to be impressive. suddenly, he was hogging all of Rachel’s time with the flimsiest excuse in the book: “he needed her help” sure, buddy.

so when Rachel invited you to a cafe, you thought, finally, some quality time! except, plot twist—Percy was there too. and, oh joy, some other girl tagged along. what was her name again? Annie Bell? Annabelle? honestly, who cares?

what really mattered was how thrilled she looked to be there—meaning, not at all. she was staring daggers at Rachel, while you were mentally plotting Percy’s downfall. yep, friendship at first sight, right? or maybe you were just two insanely jealous girlfriends who had no clue the other was dating their new mortal enemy.

“I don't like how cozy your little friend is with Rachel” you grumbled to her “trust me” she shot back “you’re not alone in that”