𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐒 • 𝐓𝐌𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒༉‧₊˚.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍

I-was in the middle of getting ready for Newt's Halloween party when my phone buzzed, and my heart did a dramatic little skip. The name on the screen? Minho.

Yeah, Minho. We had a bit of history-a whole high school IT couple situation-until we had a massive fight over something so stupid it's not even worth mentioning now. Anyway, it ended in flames.

I picked up, struggling to think of what to say to this player.

"Sup, Momo," he said, in that cocky tone he'd practically trademarked. "Heard you're coming to Newt's party tonight. Wear something tight for me, babe."

Before I could even react, he hung up. Classic Minho. The guy's got "asshole" written all over him. He's always trying to mess with me, but please-I know my worth, and no dude on this planet will make me feel like a "slut" just because I choose to wear something form-fitting.

After putting on my black boots and grabbing my Taylor Swift hoodie (forever missing her concert), I hopped in my car, lit a cig, and blasted some old rock from my dad's high school CDs. Gotta give him credit; his taste still slaps.

When I finally parked in my best friend Lacy's garage, I grabbed my trusty taser-just in case Minho or any rando dared to get too friendly. Or worse, if anyone tried to eat my cheese balls. Seriously, food is life. Hands off.

I tossed my cigarette, crawled through Newt's window (because doors are for amateurs), and pulled off my hoodie, revealing my "Mean Girls"-inspired bunny costume. It's Halloween. And iconic.

Once I stepped into the party chaos, I ignored people calling my name. Sorry, folks, snacks come first. Just as I was about to snag some cheese balls, I felt hands on my waist. Immediate reflex: kick to the balls.

"Ow! Momo, what the hell?" Minho groaned, clutching himself as he crumpled to the floor.

I just shrugged, grabbed my plate, and stepped over him. Priorities.

In the main room, people were playing spin the bottle, some lit joints were circling, but I focused on the music. Tate McRae was playing, and you know I took over the dance floor. And the snack table.

Eventually, I got bored and lit a joint, just as Newt slid up beside me.

"Oh my god, Newt, please don't ban me from weekly family dinners. I need that food!" I said, just as I accidentally dropped the joint into some random girl's hair. Oops. Tiny flames started crackling.

Newt raised his eyebrows as she shrieked.

"What? Free haircut," I said, proudly shrugging.

"Did you talk to Minho?" he asked, as I zoned out a bit. (Low iron. Don't come for me.)

"Huh? Yeah, well, I didn't talk to him-I just kicked him where it counts. Standard." I spotted a muffin in someone's hand and swiped it, ignoring their "HEY!" as I took a big bite.

"Girl, you never cease to amaze me. Tell him you're with Brenda now."

I dropped the muffin, quickly covering his mouth, which only led to me watching it get crushed by people's feet. Major regret.

"Shhh, Newt! No one knows I'm dating Brenda!"

"Well, actually-"

He didn't finish, because Minho decided to make a big, dramatic entrance, coughing like a dying cat.

"Well, sugar plum," he drawled, pulling at his half-open shirt. "Did you lose your daddy? Because I'm right here." He grinned like he'd just won the lottery or something.

I rolled my eyes at Newt and then turned to Minho. "Listen up, we split for two reasons. I'm gay, and you're the human embodiment of 'Meanhoe.' Go find a new target for your player routine." I threw him a dismissive wave, snatching another muffin for good measure.

Honestly. Men.

Y'all better not come for me!! I felt funny and I lowkey ate this chapter🤗 also Momo is inspired by me sooo yeah