I've never thought that TV can have such a magnetic effect on us. I mean, whenever we're in front of it, we forget about all trouble, the issues we face in real life. Well, life behind a screen looks so fucking perfect, like a sort of utopia. So, why am I under the impression that there's no more distinction between the two of them?

TV programs are all the same old shit seasoned with tons of cheap drama and other crap, but I can't exactly say that real life is any better. Especially with that idiotic sleazebag in the surroundings, ready to act bitchy and disrespect me whenever I cross paths with him. And you know who I am talking about.

Indeed, he's joined us, sitting next to Casey. They're cuddling each other and sending kisses to one another every once in a while. To be honest, this scene is making me want to throw up. Literally. As if this isn't the worst part, Audrey notices my reaction and singles me out.

"Okay, those lovebirds are making me wanna puke," I comment, hoping not to garner a negative reaction from my best friend.

Surprisingly, she agrees with me, for which she replies, "I don't like that Casey. She doesn't really look into him." This statement makes me frown and shake my head. What the fuck is she even talking about?

"I mean, look at how she's never glancing at him!" she goes on. "Couples usually look at each other in a special way... I mean, something that's hard to describe." She's just confusing me, to be honest. Why I can't understand her words, however, is something difficult to explain unless you know my friend well.

"Yeah, you're right," I just say flatly, not wanting to engage in any sort of conversation involving that prick. "Let's get back to the show." I go back to the couch and find a small spot on it, followed by Audrey, who has the not very smart idea of sitting on my laps. Now, I can barely see anything on screen.

"Could you sit somewhere else?" I mutter, gritting my teeth, but she doesn't pay attention to me and instead stays in her actual position, annoying me even further. I mean, why can't she just sit on the floor instead of making my day hard? If she doesn't move, I will.

Since she won't budge, I'm forced to stand up and move to the floor. She, however, notices that she's also falling down and groans. "Why can't you just tell me to move?" Lilly shakes her head, clearly showing that she's agreeing with her. Why do those two have to act so bitchy?

"Maybe it's because you didn't even bother listening to me?" I grit under my teeth. While Audrey stands up and smiles, making it clear that she isn't resenting me for this small incident, the same can't be said about Lilly, who's deliberately turning her back at me and shrugging.

"Ignore her. She's just having a bad moment," comments Alaina with a smirk, much to Lilly's increasing annoyance. It's often said that the two of them are not in good terms lately; yet, this is none of my business. They're grown up; therefore, they should know how to sort their issues between each other only.

As we get back to Netflix, however, I catch that moron and Casey making out straight in front of me, with him even going as far as smirking at me. Is he attempting to provoke me? Is he trying to play with my mind? Does he really think I'm jealous?

Well, the point is, I'm not going to see him stoop low anymore. If he wants to be my friend again, he has to stop dating that whore. She doesn't care about him, it's crystal clear. Though, I know he'll never listen to me, given that I'm nobody to him.

Seriously, if he doesn't turn back to his old ways, I won't be nice to him anymore. He'll pay for what he did, I swear.

***

As the most awkward Netflix and chill night is about to end, everyone else is leaving except for Casey, obviously. She is Jack's new darling, so I can perfectly see the point for her staying round. Indeed, I must leave this place, otherwise I'll get sick at seeing them cuddling and kissing each other every two minutes.

As I'm about to do so, trailing after the other exiting guests, however, Audrey stops me shortly before. She holds my wrist tight, claiming that she wants to talk to me. For being my being friend, she's a little too clingy, which has become an issue since the troubles with that faggot of her brother.

"Pallies. We need to talk." Her tone may appear serious at first, but I notice it sounds more broken - as broken as shattered glass. She's usually a cheerful girl, but not the one who always has a smile plastered on her face. More like the optimist one, unless she ends up on a mood swing.

I follow her to her room without saying a single word. When she wants to talk about important stuff, I must always take her seriously, or else she'll think I don't care that much about her. However, I don't think this is the most appropriate situation to talk about "serious stuff", especially with Jack in the surroundings.

As we are in her room, Audrey shuts the door behind her and makes me a sign to sit on her bed. I obey, looking at the walls covered in posters and drawings. Most of them feature sexy, well-built young men, perhaps actors, models or lead singers, who knows.

Anyway, I'm snapped out of my thoughts as she sits next to me, staring intensely at my pale green eyes and looking for a particular light inside them that she's very unlikely to find. I roll my eyes, which she takes as a sign that she must move on and stop wasting time.

"Okay, I know I sounded harsh a couple of minutes ago," she explains, "but the point is, I noticed something strange in you, especially when Jack is around." She pauses as I notice that I'm about to clench my fists and grit my teeth. She perfectly knows I don't like him, so why does she feel the need to bring this argument back?

She reprises talking. "By the way, are you jealous of him?" This is the question she shouldn't have asked at all. Rage is seething into my veins; all I can feel right now is the need to punch his too-good-to-be-true face.

This shit needs to stop now.