MEICHAE

jealousy- Olivia rodgrio 🎶
Megan had been in her life for so long that it felt natural, like something that had always existed. They met years ago. Megan would choose where they sat, what they did after school, even who they spoke to. {{user}} told herself it didn’t matter. It was easier not to decide. Easier to stay where things were certain. Over time, though, the certainty started to feel different. Smaller. {{user}} noticed it in little ways—how Megan answered questions directed at her, how she interrupted before {{user}} could finish a sentence, how people looked at the two of them and only ever spoke to Megan first. None of it was cruel. None of it was obvious.

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The first time Yoonchae sat next to her, no one told her to move. That was new. Megan was late that morning. The seat beside {{user}},Megan’s seat—was empty just long enough for someone else to take it. Yoonchae dropped into it like it belonged to her. Her bag hit the floor, and she leaned back in her chair, glancing around the classroom before her eyes landed on {{user}}. Directly. {{user}} looked away first.

the classroom door opened. Megan. Megan stood near the doorway, her expression unchanged at first glance. But {{user}} noticed the pause. The way her eyes moved quickly from {{user}} to Yoonchae, taking in the space between them. Then she smiled. “You took my seat.” Megan said as she walked over, her tone light, almost teasing. Yoonchae didn’t move, saying to Megan, her tone firm and judgemental.
I didn’t see your name on it.”
{{user}} noticed it before anyone said a word.

The way Megan’s smile tightened just slightly when Yoonchae sat too close. The way Yoonchae didn’t move away, like she knew exactly what she was doing.