When the Script Changes

Chapter 6: When the Walls Crumble

Freen had never considered herself a jealous person.

She was calm, composed, in control.

Until Becky.

Until now.

She had spent weeks playing this game—pretending, avoiding, shoving her feelings so deep that she hoped they'd disappear.

But then Becky had to go and test her patience.

Had to go and laugh too sweetly.

Had to let Lena get too close.

Had to lean in like she was about to kiss her.

And now?

Now Freen wasn't sure if she was about to lose her mind or finally lose her restraint.

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Becky knew exactly what she was doing.

She wasn't actually interested in Lena—not like that.

But if Freen was going to keep running, keep hiding, then Becky was going to force her into a corner.

So she let Lena's arm drape over her shoulder.

She let Lena tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

She let Lena flirt, openly, in front of everyone.

And then, when she knew Freen was watching—

She tilted her chin up, smirked, and whispered something in Lena's ear.

It was meaningless.

A tease.

But Freen didn't know that.

And the second Becky pulled away, she felt it—

The weight of Freen's stare.

And then—

Freen moved.

Straight toward them.

Straight toward her.

And Becky knew—

It worked.

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One second, Becky was smiling.

The next, Freen's hand was on her wrist, tight, possessive, unapologetic.

"We need to talk," Freen said, voice like steel.

Becky barely had time to react before she was being pulled—not gently, not carefully, but desperately—out of the bar and into the dimly lit alleyway behind it.

Freen let go of her wrist, pacing, running a hand through her hair like she was trying to hold herself together.

Becky didn't give her time to collect herself.

"What the hell is your problem?" Becky demanded.

Freen whipped around. "Are you serious?"

"Yes!" Becky crossed her arms, staring her down. "Because you don't get to do this! You don't get to be jealous when you won't even admit how you feel!"

Freen froze.

Becky took a step closer.

"Tell me, Freen," Becky whispered. "Tell me why you keep pulling me away. Tell me why you're always watching. Tell me why you care so much."

Freen clenched her jaw.

Becky saw the struggle in her eyes.

Saw the way she was fighting herself.