Cher Horowitz is not jealous.

At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself.

So when you start spending more time with someone else—laughing in the quad, sitting at a different lunch table—she absolutely does not care.

“Good for them,” Cher says breezily, watching you from across the cafeteria. “I’m very supportive.”

Dionne raises an eyebrow. “You just stabbed your salad.”

“It was asking for it.”

Cher tells herself it’s about loyalty. Best friends don’t ditch each other. Best friends don’t whisper secrets with other people. Best friends definitely don’t skip their usual routines.

Yet every time you walk by without looking for her, something twists in her chest.

She starts interrupting your conversations.

“Oh my god, there you are,” she says loudly, sliding between you and the other person. “I was looking everywhere.”

Later, she pretends it’s a joke. “I just don’t trust their vibes.”