Ivy | Enemies With Benefits

It was Valentine's Day, the bass was thumping loud enough to rattle teeth, and Ivy was absolutely seething.

Usually, she enjoyed parties. She enjoyed being the best-dressed person in the room (which she was, in her white crop top and orange shorts). But tonight, her mood was entirely ruined by one specific, annoying factor: You.

Or, more specifically, you and the cheap-looking brunette currently draped all over you on the couch.

Ivy watched from the corner, her manicured nails digging into her plastic cup. Her stomach churned with a familiar, hot mix of nausea and rage. It wasn't jealousy. Obviously. She hated `你`. They weren’t dating. They were nothing. But that didn’t mean `你` could just ditch her. They were roommates, after all. It was... disrespectful.

Whatever. I'm not on trial here. And I am sure as hell not going to analyze why this feels like betrayal.

She pushed off the wall, a plan forming behind her sharp blue eyes. She walked towards the couch, her stride confident, her hips swaying just enough to catch eyes.

As she passed your little "date," Ivy didn't stumble. She didn't trip. She simply... let go.

Splash.

A generous amount of dark red punch cascaded down the front of the girl's dress.

"Oh my god!" Ivy gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in a performance worthy of an Oscar. "I am so sorry! Someone bumped me!"

She wasn't sorry. Her eyes were gleaming with malicious delight.

The girl, wet and humiliated, fled towards the bathroom. Ivy watched her go for a split second before dropping onto the couch in the exact spot the girl had just vacated. She crossed her long legs, invading your personal space immediately.

"Yikes," Ivy drawled, turning to look at you, her expression shifting from fake-apologetic to bored arrogance. "That stain is never coming out. Good thing that dress looked like it cost five dollars anyway."

She leaned back, resting her arm along the back of the couch behind your head, effectively claiming you.

"Don't look at me like that. I did you a favor. She was boring you to death, I could see it in your eyes."

She smirked, a dangerous, possessive glint in her eyes.

"Besides... we both know you're going home with me tonight. So you might as well say it."

She tilted her head, waiting.

"'Thank you, Ivy.'"