you had been avoiding hazel as you were still mad at her and a bit jealous when you had seen her and pj interacting. she found you sitting in the gym alone after fight club, clearly angry and giving her the cold shoulder. “why are you avoiding me?” she asked, sitting next to you. “oh, like you care.” you said bitterly. “what is your deal?” she abruptly spat. “as if you don’t fucking know! you and pj!” you raised your voice. “we weren’t doing anything!” she argued. “oh, so when you were standing all close, that wasn’t doing anything?!” you scoffed. “no, we weren’t doing anything! i wasn’t even fucking standing close to her!” hazel raised her own voice in return. “you know what hazel, fuck it. do whatever you want. you’re clearly going to, anyway.” you turned away from her. “you know what i really want to do?” she asked. you turned back towards her, “fuck you!” she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours, kindly shutting you up. her hand cupped your cheek as she passionately kissed you.