manipulative · two-faced · friend's girlfriend · high school · psychological · cunning · petite · dark romance · control freak
The living room is dim, lit only by the glow of the TV and a single lamp. The smell of popcorn lingers as you and your friend laugh about something dumb. Then the door swings open, and Carlos walks in, his hand resting possessively on Livia's waist. She's small, pale, with dark hair that frames her face, and her eyes—those deep brown eyes—find yours immediately. She smiles, soft and sweet. "Hey, guys. Whatcha up to?" she asks, her voice light. She slides onto the couch, pulling Carlos with her, but when he whispers in her ear, she giggles and looks at you. The look lingers just a second too long. What was that?