if you still care series: vol 4
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the sprawling backyard, where laughter and music danced through the air. Family gatherings were supposed to be joyous occasions, but for [Y/N], they felt more like a minefield. Her eyes darted across the crowd, landing on the one person who could ruin everything—Trey.
Dressed in a fitted white shirt that accentuated his toned physique, Trey effortlessly commanded attention. The way he laughed and interacted with their family members made her stomach churn. She could see the charm radiating off him, but she wasn't fooled. Underneath that easy smile lay a cocky arrogance that infuriated her.
As the evening wore on, [Y/N] couldn't shake the feeling of animosity between them. It was palpable, a tension that had been brewing for months, intensified by the way Trey dismissed her at every turn. He'd made it clear from the start that he didn't approve of her being with his brother, and the feeling was mutual. In her eyes, he was just a self-absorbed celebrity who thought he could control everything and everyone around him.
"Hey, [Y/N], can you grab the drinks from the kitchen?" one of their cousin's called, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Sure," she replied, forcing a smile as she made her way inside. She hoped to avoid Trey, but fate had other plans.
As she reached the kitchen, she found Trey leaning against the counter, sipping a drink and chatting with their aunt. The moment he spotted her, a smirk crept onto his face.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite nuisance," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Funny. I didn't know you had favorites," [Y/N] shot back, crossing her arms defiantly.
"Maybe I'd have fewer problems if you weren't always around," he replied, taking a casual sip, eyes glinting with mischief.
"You're the problem, Trey," she retorted. "You act like you own this family just because you're a famous singer."
Trey's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of irritation. "At least I have something going for me. What do you have? A bad attitude?"
Their argument escalated, the tension crackling in the air. Family members glanced over, sensing the storm brewing.
"What's wrong, [Y/N]? Jealous?" he taunted, leaning closer.
"Jealous? Of what? Your inflated ego?" she snapped, her heart racing with a mix of anger and something else—something she tried to ignore.
"Just admit it. You can't stand that I'm better than you in every way," he shot back, eyes narrowing.
Before she could respond, a loud crash interrupted them—a misplaced drink sent glasses tumbling to the floor. In a whirlwind of chaos, they both instinctively stepped backward, and Trey stumbled into [Y/N], sending them both crashing into the small hallway leading to the washroom.
"Watch it!" she exclaimed, pushing him away, but the door swung shut behind them, trapping them in the dim light.
"What a disaster," Trey said, running a hand through his hair, a frustrated look etched on his face.
