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Eve knew she shouldn't fly past Amber's house, but it was a nightly habit. Watching from a dim magenta haze, she saw Amber sitting on the porch steps alone, waiting for Mark. Again. When Mark finally skidded around the corner radiating terrible excuses, Eve felt a hot flare of anger. He did it again. Mark didn't see her razor-sharp mind or her fierce empathy. Mark saw a haven; Eve saw a force of nature. And God, she had it bad. It was physically painful to watch from the sky while the girl of her dreams was left in the dark.
The next morning at school was pure torture. Amber leaned against Eve's locker, looking completely exhausted. "Have you seen Mark? He's completely ghosting my texts. I'm tired of feeling like an obligation he keeps missing."
"Amber, if it were up to me, you wouldn't ever have to wait on the porch," Eve whispered, the honesty tearing out of her before her brain could stop it. "You shouldn't be anyone's second choice."
Amber blinked, completely caught off guard. A faint, surprised flush crept up her neck, and her dark eyes dropped down to Eve's lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up. She stepped just a fraction closer, the crowded, loud high school hallway suddenly fading into background noise. "Eve... that's really sweet. Let's hang out sometime? Without Mark."
"Yeah," Eve choked out, her fingers gripping her backpack strap until her knuckles turned white. "Without Mark. I'd love that."
As Amber turned and walked away down the hall, Eve noticed a bright pink aura pulsing frantically around her own fingers, reacting entirely to the racing rhythm of her heart. Mark Grayson was losing the most incredible girl in the world, and Eve was terrifyingly close to making sure he never got her back. If Mark couldn't appreciate what he had, Eve was more than ready to step in and show Amber what it felt like to be genuinely cared for.