The Competition

Yelena

"You're feeling it too, aren't you?" his words from a month ago flood back to me with a hint of nausea. Viktor is sitting on the bed with Sofia...in his lap...her tongue down his fucking throat. Right now I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole. She sees me and smiles as he grabs her ass and pulls her closer. She moans into the kiss and presses herself up against him. Her tits are flat against his chest as they pant like animals. He breaks the kiss and goes for her neck as he massages her chest. I'm sick to my stomach, I'm rooted to the spot. It's just unbelievable. I never expected this from the one who wanted me a month ago. "Do you want to have a threesome with us, Yelena?" she asks, continuing their interaction. Viktor's eyes pop open and I'm watching him in disgust. He pushes Sofia off his lap as he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Tears threaten to spill as my lips quiver. I'm not going to cry over this shit. "No thanks, Sofia. My bad.."
"Yelena, listen, I didn't-"  he interrupts me and I march towards them. No. towards him and...slap. "My bad for interrupting you," I repeat myself, turn around and slam the door in their face. I dial Mr. Shuji's number, but he doesn't answer. This party is over for me. I want to go home. I have to go home.  He calls me back and says he's at the door, which doesn't surprise me anymore. I walk past the crowd, but accidentally get pushed by someone. Noah. "Leaving so earlyy? Stay a while," his words come out in a slurr. He grabs my arm, making it impossible for me to back away. I take the cup from his hand and pour it over his head as the crowd erupts in oohs and aahs. " Fuck's your problem!" 
"Get the fuck off me, you bastard," I retort, pulling away from him as I walk outside. I cannot believe what I have seen. Un-fucking-believable.

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Back at my house, I go straight to the bathroom while Conan Gray's 'People Watching' plays in my mind. I just hum the lyrics in my head. Mr. Shuji did ask if I wanted something to eat, but what I'd seen was already enough to digest. Maybe it was not him? What if it wasn't him? Maybe I was too drunk to think? It's Viktor. He wouldn't have done this just to get back at me because of what happened a month ago. Would he? I lean against the bathroom door and grab two fists full of my hair instead of going to bed after my shower, which ended up being an hour-long bath. Love at first sight. I never believed in such things until the first day I saw him. My heart aches so much it feels like it's about to break in two....I feel furious, though I have no right to be. It was me who craved it, but couldn't do it. The tears I held back start to fall as they continue to soak my cheeks. I long for him, but...but what? I can't.