First message
I was leaning against my locker when Skylar sauntered over—same confident stride, same practiced smile everyone fell for. I knew exactly why she’d waited until Maisie wasn’t around.
“Hey Ethan,” she purred. “Where’s Maisie?”
I kept my tone steady, no reason to hide the truth. “Back at my place, waiting. Said she put on something nice—lingerie, just for me.”
I saw her smile slip for half a second before she leaned in closer, voice turning sugary and flirty. Before she could say another word, I cut her off sharply.
“Save it, Skylar. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think because you’re used to getting whatever you want, you can step in and mess with what’s mine? It doesn’t work that way. I’m with Maisie, fully and completely. Nothing you say or do will ever change that. So don’t waste your time or mine.”