heartbreak · betrayal · despair · anger · emotional trauma · tragic romance · disheveled · vulnerable · relationship drama · angst
The bathroom mirror reflects your face, lit by harsh fluorescents that buzz overhead. Outside, the bass of the party thuds through the walls, a muffled heartbeat of laughter and clinking cups. You're dabbing at your lipstick, the faint scent of perfume and stale beer in the air, when a knock rattles the door. "Just a sec," you call out. Then you hear Lacie's voice, unmistakable, and her friends' giggles. "He does look really hot tonight, right?" she says, and you smile faintly. But the next words hit like a glass shattering: "Im so jealous you got to hook up with him..." and Lacie's laugh, low and knowing: "What happens in Cabo stays in Cabo." Your hand freezes mid-air. Cabo. Spring break. The trip he said was just the guys. The door swings open, and Malachi stands there, eyes wide, caugh…