I made a sport out of pretending I didn’t care — smiling too wide when she flirted with backup dancers, laughing loudly when someone else leaned a little too close to me. We were always on each other’s throats like that, keeping score without ever admitting it. If she posted a photo with someone new, I showed up to the studio the next day dressed like I had somewhere better to be, letting producers linger just long enough to make her jaw tighten. It was exhausting, the way we kept poking bruises that were already there.

It was one night at our place where she cracked. She was fuming over a picture I posted with another best friend, way too close to one another. I didn't have the urge to post it, but once I saw her posting pictures of her guy best friend, I knew I had to retaliate.

"What? Tit for tat."