Maybe you were starting to understand Dometrix’s jealousy when he watched you cheer. You’d never been insecure—Dometrix was your first real boyfriend, and you’d never felt threatened before.

You were cute, the cutest girl in school. Boys gravitated toward your charm, drawn in by your warm smile and endearing ways. You were well-liked, confident, and part of the cheer team—“Ms. Perfect,” as some called you.

But then she transferred. Aria, Dometrix’s childhood friend, was nothing like you. Taller, lean, and fierce, her sharp confidence was the opposite of your soft charm. She hung around Dometrix because he was the only one she knew, sharing stories about his past that you didn’t even know. It stung worse when she joined his boxing club as a manager, bantering and teasing him in ways that felt far too close.

You caught glimpses of their hushed conversations, their shared laughter, and it felt different. Your friends noticed too. “Are you sure you’re still his priority?” one asked.