Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive: Sister

“It’s not a grudge, genius.” She pulled back, her smile sharp and beautiful. “It’s an obsession.”

I didn’t reply. I threw my phone across the room.

Behind us, the creek whispered through the dark. Ahead, nothing but the long, winding road and a girl who had already proven she would destroy anything—and anyone—to keep me.

“You came,” she said softly. Not triumphant. Just tired. Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive Sister

She finally looked at me. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she wasn’t crying. Chloe didn’t cry. She weaponized.

“She didn’t deserve you,” she said. Not sympathetic. Factual.

He ruffled her hair like she was still twelve. She endured it, but her eyes stayed locked on mine. “It’s not a grudge, genius

But this was Chloe.

The band took a break. Derek spotted us from the stage, his sweaty face breaking into a grin. He jogged over, clapping me on the shoulder. “My man! You having fun? Chloe, don’t scare him off. He’s the only friend I have who can change a tire.”

The notification popped up on my phone at 2:17 AM, a gremlin hour reserved for bad decisions and confessional texts. Behind us, the creek whispered through the dark

She knocked back the shot in one smooth motion, then turned to face me fully, her knees parting to bracket my leg. “Whose law? Your dad’s? Derek’s? Because last I checked, I’m a grown woman who knows exactly what she wants.” She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing my ear. “And I’ve wanted you since I was fifteen, when you showed up to my brother’s birthday party with a black eye and a bloody knuckle because you’d defended him in a fight. You didn’t even know I was watching from the stairs. But I was.”

There was a long silence. Then Derek exhaled, ragged. “She showed me the messages. All of them. Including the ones you deleted.”

“Because you would never choose me,” she said. “Not while he was in the way. So I removed him from the equation.”

But at 11:57 PM, I found myself pulling on my jacket. Not because I wanted to see her. Not because I believed a word she said. But because I knew Chloe—the real Chloe, the one beneath the chaos and the games—and I knew she would wait there all night. Alone. In the cold.

I should have walked away. I should have turned, driven home, and spent the next year apologizing to Derek. But I didn’t.