So what happened was, Quincey had some rare tickets to a concert of a group he and Tiffany both like. He had gone through quite a bit to get them. But, it was one of those days were I just couldn't stand her being with him. I asked Tiffany to stay with me on that day, knowing that she never refuses my requests. Quincey was so mad, if we were cartoons, he would have been breathing out smoke from his nostrils.

"I can't believe you'd do this!" he growled at me. "You know how much I've been looking forward to the concert."

"Why are you getting angry with me?" I retorted. "She made her choice, I'm not forcing her to stay, I just asked."

"Oh please, you knew she was going to-" he didn't finish his sentence, he just looked away from me, closed his eyes, and breathed in.

"What's the big deal," I folded my arms. "Just go with some one else."

He turned back to me, and furrowed his brows as his eyes pierced through me. We were at the park. I came there after receiving his text in which he stated he wanted to see me. 

Why did I go to begin with? I knew full well he was just going to scold me, but I went anyway.

"Whoa," he shook his head, like he finally realized something. "So that's it huh? I guess I was right all along. You really are nothing more than a spoiled insensible brat."

"Wha-"

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. His last words hung between us as we stared at each other in silence. I saw his jaws clench, but I wasn't able to read the expression on his face. However for a little moment, I thought I saw him bite his bottom lip, almost like he tried to take his words back. 

Was he thinking that he'd gone too far? Or did he want to say more? I don't know.

We insulted each other so much, it became natural. He calls me "Miss snobby", I call him an "idiot". But it was always clean, no trash talk, and it never escalated to anything serious, even in the tone of our voices. 

We've said terrible things to each other, and yet, that was the very first time, I genuinely felt that Quincey was insulting me. As his unreadable eyes still laid on me, I could feel the unbearable tension between us. It seemed like there was so much more he wanted to say, but he held back.

I had no comeback, nothing to say. I just stood there and watched him walk away mumbling something, probably cursing me even more. He squeezed the two tickets, and threw them angrily in the bin. Once he was gone, all the things I could have said rushed to my head.

"Crude obnoxious idiot," I muttered.

I'm sorry Tiffany, I thought to myself as I felt my throat squeeze, he and I just can't coexist in your world.

I felt it so strongly at that moment. Quincey and I couldn't both exist near her, or else we'd end up tearing her apart. But I tried, I really did, because I didn't want to make Tiffany choose. I didn't want to put her in a difficult position. Yet I wondered, if it ever came to that, who would she choose? Would she really choose him over me? Did she love him that much? Or could she do without him?

Many questions ran through my head as my tears fell. Next year we'll be in college, and so I imagined Tiffany walking away with Quincey, being lovey-dovey and happy together. I imagined him running off with her to a new town far away from me.

I'll just have to try harder, I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. I can take it, as long as she's happy. I can take it.