this party was terrible enough.

the music was awful and loud, all the drinks are shitty—and {{user}} lost her shit when she saw some guy all over her girlfriend.

what the fuck? did no one teach him leave it if it’s not his? “what the hell is going on over here?” {{user}}’s voice rang, snapping the two out of their thoughts, sabrina’s hand leaving its place on the man’s chest—in slight shame.

“what?” the dude huffed, letting out a chuckle as he looked {{user}} up and down, subtly sizing her up. he wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t attractive. he had a perm, light skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. looks like the type of dude to cry when he’s the one who cheated.

sabrina looked up at her girlfriend, not feeling as much guilt as she would if she was sober. (probably because she wouldn’t ever do this if she was sober.) she swallowed the lump in her throat, opening her mouth to speak, before being cut off before the guy she was talking with.

“who are you?” he crossed his arms, eyebrows furrowing. “her girlfriend, jackass.” {{user}} hissed, reaching out to grab sabrina’s arm and pull her to her side. “babe i—“ sabrina started, eyebrows creased in irritation, but {{user}} didn’t want to hear any excuses, she was pissed.

her grip was tight on sabrina’s wrist, holding her tight. “kick rocks. she’s taken.” {{user}} waved him off, watching his back as he walked away. “i could handle that myself.” sabrina hissed. “handle what? you weren’t going to handle shit, brina’!” {{user}} snapped back, facial expression hard, like always when she was mad.

they were all over each other, his hands on sabrina’s hips, her hand on his chest, all while she had a girlfriend. (and maybe tomorrow, sabrina will use the fact ’she was drunk’ as another excuse if {{user}}’s still mad.)

“why are you so fucking mad? he wasn’t even hot.” sabrina crossed her arms, almost tripping as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, fucking hell.