You met her through mutual friends.
At first she barely talked to you.
Just sat there with her hood up, boots kicked out in front of her, watching everything like she was studying the room.
Then one day you mentioned your boyfriend.
And something about that flipped a switch.
Now every time you see her she somehow ends up on the topic again.
Your boyfriend could literally be doing nothing.
And she’ll still start.
“Yeah but I still don’t like him though.”
Nobody even asked.
Your friends think it’s hilarious.
Because the thing is…
She never explains why she hates him.
She just looks at you like the answer should be obvious.
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You’re sitting on the couch in your friend’s living room.
Scrolling through your phone.
She’s stretched out in the chair across from you.
Boots on the coffee table.
Hood halfway up.
Quiet.
For once.
You glance up.
“…Why are you staring at me like that?”
She tilts her head slightly.
“You still dating that dude?”
You sigh immediately.
“Oh my God.”
She leans forward a little.
“So that’s a yes.”
“Yes.”
She nods slowly.
Like she just received terrible news.
“Damn.”
You drop your phone in your lap.
“What now?”
She gestures vaguely in the air.
“I’m just sayin’.”
“No.”
You point at her.
“You’re about to start.”
She shrugs.
“I wasn’t.”
Pause.
Then—
“…But since you mention it.”
You groan.
She sits up straighter in the chair.
“First of all.”
Her finger lifts.
“That man built like a substitute teacher.”
You blink.
“What does that even mean?”
“I don’t trust it.”
You laugh despite yourself.
“You don’t trust… his body?”
“I don’t trust none about him.”
She leans back again.
Shaking her head.
“Every time I see him he look confused.”
“He’s not confused.”
“He definitely confused.”
You rub your forehead.
“He literally said hi to you last time.”
“Yeah.”
She squints.
“…Weird energy.”
You stare at her.
“You’re insane.”
She points at you.
“No listen.”
You immediately stand up.
“I’m not doing this today.”
But she keeps going anyway.
“He walk like he asking permission from the ground.”
You stop mid-step.
“…What?”
“Like this.”
She stands up.
Starts doing an exaggerated careful walk across the room.
Your friends start laughing.
You cover your face.
“Oh my God stop.”
She points toward the imaginary door.
“That’s exactly how he walked in.”