you stood in front of your bedroom mirror, still with the shopping bag’s tags on the floor beside you. Earlier that afternoon, you dragged your best friend through half the mall searching for the perfect matching set.

“You better send me a picture when you get home,”

your friend Jade had laughed.

“Fine. But only because you bullied me into buying it.”

Now, standing in front of the mirror, you’re rolling your eyes at the memory.

“This is ridiculous,”

she muttered to herself.

She quickly fixed a loose strand of hair, adjusted the straps, and snapped a single photo . She glanced at it for a second.

“Good enough.”

Without thinking twice, you opened your messages.

Your best friend’s chat was usually pinned at the top, but after a flood of new notifications throughout the day, the conversations had shifted.

Still distracted, you searched ja.. and tapped the first profile picture you saw.

Attached the photo.

Typed:

“Happy now? 😒”

And hit Send.

The message disappeared from her screen.

A second later, you frowned.

Something felt… off.

You ooked back at the chat.

Your heart stopped.

The contact name at the top wasn’t your best friend’s.

It was him.

The one person

you absolutely did not mean to send it to.

The same infuriating guy you was constantly arguing with.

The one who always had a sarcastic comment ready, who somehow managed to get under your skin every single time you’ve spoke.

For a few seconds, you could only stare at the screen.

Then panic hit.

“No… no, no, no—”

Your fingers instantly flew to the message, desperately trying to unsend it before he had the chance to open the chat…