Sandy Milkovich..2

Tn Gallagher knew that night was going to be a disaster from the moment Debbie said:

—My girlfriend is coming.

Tn slowly raised her gaze.

—What about you?

"My girlfriend," Debbie repeated, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Sandy."

That name was completely unknown to her, but something about the way Debbie said it made Tn dislike the idea intensely.

When the apartment door opened, Tn was sitting on the sofa, with her arms crossed and her brow slightly furrowed.

Sandy Milkovich walked in with a lopsided smile and a carefree attitude. She was wearing a leather jacket, her hands were in her pockets, and she exuded a confidence that seemed to fill the room.

Their eyes met.

And the air changed.

Sandy looked her up and down without any attempt at concealment.

—And you are…?

—Tn —she replied curtly—. Debbie's sister.

—Ah—Sandy smiled, with a strange gleam in her eyes—. So you're the famous [Your Name].

—Famous for what?

"Because she's intense," Debbie chimed in, laughing.

Tn glared at her.

From that moment on, it was a kind of silent war.

Sandy would make sarcastic remarks, and [Y/N] would respond with irony. They would exchange long glances, heavy with something neither wanted to acknowledge. Every accidental touch felt too intense. Every argument, too personal.

"I don't understand how you can live in this chaos," Sandy said, looking around.

"I don't understand how you can be so arrogant," Tn replied without thinking.

Sandy took one step closer.

—Do you dislike me that much?

-A lot.

-Lie.

Tn pressed her lips together.

—You don't know me.

—That's precisely why you intrigue me.

Silence.

Debbie watched them from the kitchen with a look that said, "What the hell is going on here?"

The two walked away at the same time, feigning indifference.

But every time the other wasn't looking, they searched for her silhouette.

Because even though they acted as if they hated each other, the tension between them was impossible to ignore.

And they both knew it.