Private Display of Affection (PDA)

Vanilla and Cotton Candy

"It's not that bad, people will forget you even existed again."

"Wow. Thanks, I appreciate that." I ignored her lack of social skills.

"You're welcome, so did you get her back."

"I'm trying to be the bigger person."

"Fuck being the bigger person, I wish the bitch would try me." Jordan muttered moving her chair closer to us.

"You gotta get her back and actually have some kind of proof that you actually did it."

I think I've had enough doses of Dior and me getting away last night was just simple luck. If she could throw a drink on me over something so small I'm sure this time I wouldn't be getting away that easily.

While the professor ranted on about cognitive psychology, Jordan took the opportunity to convince me on why I should not let this go. I was skeptical about her, she knew enough about Dior to actually be her friend so why would I trust her.

"She's your friend right, so why help me?

She snorted obnoxiously and shook her head.

"Far from friends, we just share a mutual friend that's it. Willow." She tried to hide her smile when she said her name and replaced it with a scowl.

"I'm just tired of them thinking they can do certain shit and get away with it."

"Oh you like her." Ariana said excitedly, "You want her but she doesn't like you back."

Jordan snapped her head at her, "Does it look like I won't come over there and snap your little poetry loving skull in half?"

"But no I don't like her, she aggravates me."She continued.

There goes that smile again that she terribly tried to hide. I was a sucker for a good love story and Jordan seemed whipped.

"Enough about me, just let me help you out with this Dior thing."

Maybe confrontation time was coming sooner than expected. Dior walked in with her girlfriend by her side. I was still strict on not apologizing to the poor girl. Sadly, Dior had ruined her chances.

The lecturer stopped them before they continued to their seats. Our eyes met and I made the mistake of looking at Dior a little longer than I would have liked.

"You feel that?" Ariana asked.

I looked at her confused, "Feel what?" I shuffled in my seat uncomfortably.

"She's coming for you, I can sense it."

"Fuck off Ari and stop freaking her out Dior can't do shit we're not leaving her side."

Ariana shook her head grabbing my hand and whispering a silent prayer over me.

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"Syair, hi I'm Rylin from the party the other night."

I looked at her confused glancing at Dior's girlfriend who gave me a polite smile. My attempt to avoid the couple after class clearly didn't go as planned.

"Hi." I said cautiously. What more could I say to her? Fuck you and fuck your girlfriend didn't seem like the best introduction.

"I wanted to apologize for last night."

"Wait what." We all said in unison looking at her insanely.

"That was completely out of character for me, I didn't see you and because of me that whole night escalated and turned into a disaster." She looked down at her white platform heels in disappointment.