I drop my bag onto the cushion and sink into it, resting my head against the plush surface. The day at university was a chaotic mess. It started with another clash with Reesha. She again made a pathetic attempt to make me jealous by flaunting her make-out session with Roy right in front of me. The whole thing felt like a cruel joke.

I brushed it off first time, and even the second. But by the third, I was done. I found an empty hall where they were making out, sat down with a bread roll in hand, and watched them like it was some twisted movie playing out in front of me. I didn't move, not an inch, until Reesha's patience finally snapped, and she stormed over to confront me.

"Fuck it, what's your problem, girl? Think you're starring in some kinda cheap horror flick?" She eyes me up and down, her lips curling into a sneer. "Why don't you just crawl back into whatever hole you came from and leave us the hell alone? Or maybe you're just trying to seduce Roy, huh? You think he's gonna fall for your little damsel-in-distress act, melt like butter just 'cause you're standing here all pathetic and alone?"

I slam my hand down on the table and push myself up. The chair scrapes loudly against the floor. I close the distance between myself and Reesha. "So, you're telling me your boyfriend is weak enough to let any random girl get under his skin?" I let a smirk twist my lips, cold and sharp. Then, without breaking eye contact with her, I glance over at Roy, my gaze narrowing. "Is that right, Roy? Is that who you are?"

Her hand snaps through the air, aiming for my face, but I catch it mid-swing. Twisting the wrist, I spin her around until her back presses against my front. "Careful, Reesha. I don't take violence lightly. The consequences might be severe enough to make sure you never raise your hand again." I give her wrist a sharp jerk.