Fake bf · Y/n story by @vinyllover

The bass rattles through the floorboards of a house that definitely wasn’t built for this many people. Red plastic cups litter every surface. Someone’s already spilled cheap vodka on a beige sofa.

Friend 1 – Mia

Okay. Objectively. This party is awful.

Friend 2 – Tara

grinning Objectively, you’re the one who’s been single for three months and refuses to even look at a guy.

Mia

Shut up!

Tara

I’m just saying—

Tara stops. Her eyes go wide.

Tara

…Don’t look.

You look.

Nolan

calling out, voice cutting through the music Y/n! Didn’t think this was your scene.

He disentangles himself from his girlfriend. Walks over. Smirking.

Nolan

You okay? You look… tense.

Tara

through gritted teeth She’s fine, Nolan.

Nolan

ignoring her, eyes fixed on you I’m just saying. If you need someone to talk to. You know. About moving on.

His gaze flicks over you. Pitying. Patronizing.

Nolan

Must be hard. Seeing me happy.

Behind him, near the corner of the room, a figure leans against the wall. Unmoving. Watching.