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ℐׅ 핑크 ─ JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY : A CAI ARNELA STORY

“I’M SO SICK OF MYSELF, I’D RATHER BE ANYONE ELSE.”

CHARACTERS. cai arnela, hailey seo, armani yoon

WARNINGS. infidelity, sexual content, arguing, i believe that’s all !

WORD COUNT. 2.1K

Summer in the Hamptons was a dream to Nelly. She imagined vacationing on a yacht and in a guesthouse where she didn’t have to pay would be amazing but she never dreamt it’d be this amazing. She felt like one of the elites. She felt like a real celebrity, like the girls she could only admire from a distance when she was younger. She was developing into one of those girls.

She no longer lived in their shadows, walking behind them and tracing their steps. She was having her metamorphic growth from a moth into a butterfly, its wings a bold and beautiful color.

This trip could’ve been even more perfect if she hadn’t had to share her newfound spotlight. With Tana, Charmeine, Briar, and Hailey on this trip, she’s sure she’d be fighting for limelight all three months. Tana with her millions of men, Charmeine and Briar simply existing with their charm, and Hailey…being Hailey. She was going to get her way no matter the cost. A true queen bee at heart, ruthless at the throne.

Hailey was smart and calculated and while some may say she’s constantly in competition with her best friend Briar, she was Nelly’s biggest competition at heart. Don’t get Nelly wrong, she admired Briar. She spent her whole childhood in the shadows lurking, studying her and Tana. But none of them were as computed as Hailey proved to be. Everything she did she did it with a purpose. She’d make a proficient chess player with the way she estimates for every piece to fall into place.

Nelly, as much as she kind of hated her, really commended Hailey. She envied her intelligence, desiring to be as criminally manipulative and perceiving as she was. It’s no wonder she’s as successful as she is.

Nelly sits awkwardly in the loveseat to the side of the living room, sunlight filtering in through the large window-door. She’s in a cumbrous state of trying too hard to be a part of something while not knowing if she’s trying enough. The other girls are sprawled over the other two couches, gossiping about separate events. She takes a sip of the champagne, wincing at the taste immediately. Truthfully, Nelly hates the taste of champagne—of alcohol in general, really. Growing up, she never understood how anyone drank it for pleasure. She remembers trying it when she was around twelve years old, sneaking it from one of those rich families that her mother and father worked for. She just wanted to know what it tasted like. And what it felt like to drink such a grown up expensive drink. She sure found out, though. She regretted it when she had to gargle cups of water to try and flush the bitter taste from her pallet.

She watches the way they laugh when Hailey says something harshly clever. Hailey is always the talk of the party, she always keeps the guests intrigued with her chinwag and witty entail on peoples’ lives. Because from a relatively neutral perspective (as neutral as opinions regarding Hailey could get), Hailey has the perfect life. She’s rich, smart, pretty, and has a pretty boyfriend—she has it all.

Hailey has too much power. Nelly can’t stand it. To her, Hailey isn’t deserving of any of the power she’s given. If anyone deserves it, she believes, it’s her. And sure, in recent months she’s gained her fair share of attention and tastes of luxury, but it isn’t enough. She wants more. She needs more. Somehow, someway, she’s going to get more.

And it’s almost as if a miracle worker was on her side, because a fruit fell right into her lap. Armani emerges from behind Hailey, his arms snaking around her before placing several gentle kisses on the shorter girl's cheek. Hailey blushes, smiling shyly and radiantly as her friends jokingly coo at them.

She watches as he sweeps off into the kitchen, a thoughtful look drawn over her face.

Nelly gets up from her seat without saying a word, silently excusing herself. She irrupts into the kitchen where she sees Armani digging in the cooler. She saunters over to him, tapping his shoulder with her pointer finger.

He flinches, turning around to face Nelly. He holds two beers in his hand, relieved to see that it’s just her. He sighs. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” she apologizes with a coy smile.

His expression softens when they make eye contact. “It’s fine, you’re fine.”

“You think you could get me a beer?” She asks, batting her lashes, looking into his eyes.

“You drink beer?” Armani questions, eyebrow quirking in query.

Nelly hums with a nod. “I drink beer all the time. When I’m alone at home and…” she trails off, eyeing his hands as they go to get another beer.

He hands it to her. She grabs it, her fingers brushing against his as they make eye contact. “And when I need something to keep me company.”

Armani gulps, gaze shifting between her lips and eyes. He licks his lips as he watches her open the can. With a pop, the lid comes apart. “Could you keep me company?”

Long story short, Armani is a pitifully predictable and easily persuaded man. If you dangle a pretty girl in his face, he’ll jump in a second like a rabbit to a carrot. Because it doesn’t take much for Nelly’s arms to be resting loosely on Armani’s shoulders, with his big arms holding her up on the counter, tongue interlacing with hers. His hands move up her skirt, his thick fingers quickly finding the hem of her panties. He maneuvers his way into them, pulling them down with ease—as if he’s had a ton of practice with escapades like this already. She knows he has. He gets around. Everyone knows that. It’s just who Armani is. Nelly sometimes feels bad for Hailey, but being on top comes with a price, she thinks. And yeah, people can judge all they want but at the end of the day they’d kill to have as much influence as Hailey does.

Nelly moves her feet to his shorts, dragging them down in a much more ragged fashion than she expected. Still, she pulls him closer with the strength of her legs, feeling his warmth from the summer heat radiating onto her. Her hair is stuck to her forehead in a sweaty strewn out clump. She’s sure it’s much hotter now than it was once she first got there—maybe the temperature just rose?

She feels all of him inside of her, something she’s not so sure she’s accustomed to now that it’s actually happening. She forgets her experience with this type of thing is much more limited compared to his. And she’s not entirely accustomed to how fast or rough he’s being with her either. She wonders if he’s like this with Hailey, too.

He flips her over, turning her around to face the mirror. He holds onto her tightly. She looks into the mirror and stares so intently at her reflection her image begins to shatter. She watches him from behind her and then gazes at her face once more. She doesn’t feel like herself anymore. She grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls it back, making it look shorter than its usual breast length. She feels like Hailey. She’s in Hailey’s bathroom—well, her vacation house’s bathroom—staring into Hailey’s mirror, and fucking Hailey’s boyfriend. She supposed if she cut her hair she could even look like Hailey. But of course, she’d have to get rid of her blonde hair but that would take away from looking like a Lee.

Nelly feels like Hailey and she’s a little scared at how powerful that makes her feel. She smiles at herself in the mirror.

“Armani!” Hailey’s animated voice cuts through the air and at that second, both of their blood runs cold. They freeze up, Armani’s hand raising to cover Nelly’s mouth on instinct. “Armani, babe!”

Her footsteps grow louder near the door, passing it and then passing it again. “Where is he?” She ponders, presumably to no one but herself. However, she still is met with an unsure answer muffled by the door, though Nelly assumes it’s from Briar.

That’s when her footsteps come to a halt and a shadow is casted underneath the door. Armani’s eyes widen as she comes closer. A firm knock is planted on the door, followed by Hailey’s inquisitive voice. “Armani!”

A beat of silence passes. Nelly and Armani exchange uncertain looks before Armani lets go of her, stepping back with footsteps as gentle as he possibly could let them be. He nervously swallows, pulling his shorts up and facing the door.

“Uh, yeah, Hailey?” He finally responds.

“Oh, I was looking for you!” She chirps. “I was just wondering if you wanted to come with us to get some more drinks. Tana forgot to bring the wine for the night.”

“Um, no, babe, I’m—I’m fine!” He calls back. Suddenly, a thought pops into Nelly’s mind. She takes her pointer finger and pokes at a bottle on the side of the sink, causing it to fall over and onto the floor with a thud. Armani looks at her with incredulity ridden in his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay in there? You’ve been in there for a while now. You didn’t even bring the beers, I guess the runs got you down today,” Hailey jokes.

A decorative succulent is next to take a tumble by Nelly’s hand. Then, a shampoo bottle, and then a candle.

“Okay, you better not be breaking anything in there,” Hailey takes a more concerned tone. She doesn’t play about the tidiness of her area. The shorter girl falls silent for a moment, looking around. Concentrated, her tongue pokes at the inside of her cheek, and then something dons on her.

“Hey, babe, where’s Nelly?” She asks, voice piquing with nearly fraudulent curiosity; fraudulent in the sense that she feels something is off.

“Uh, she should be out there with you girls, right?” Armani conjures up.

Hailey lets out a knowing chuckle, rolling her eyes. “Open this fucking door, now, Armani Yoon or so help me God I will tear this bitch off of its hinges.”

Everyone gets quiet, but not a second later does the door unlock, the lock popping so loud amongst the silent house. Hailey pulls open the door with a vengeance letting it swing, revealing the two of them, Armani’s eyes wide with fear and Nelly sporting a foolishly feeble smirk.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Hailey roars, so angrily that everyone in the house can hear the ferocious growl in her voice. “You’ve done some fucked up things but this? This has to be the lowest of all. It had to be with her?”

“Hailey, look—” Armani’s excuse is interrupted.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it and… and you,” she looks at Nelly with the most nasty look she’s probably given to anyone ever. And that’s saying a lot.

“You dirty little skank. I invite you to my house and you fuck my boyfriend? Do you know that people like you would’ve been cleaning my house not sitting on the couches,” she curses. “You miserable little bitch, you will never be the real thing.”

“Hailey, it’s not what it looks like.” Nelly’s voice is grating to Hailey’s ears.

“So, what? You’re not giving my boyfriend a blowjob and trying to embarrass me in front of everyone?” Her hands are fidgeting, trying to decide whether to keep them at her sides or to drag the younger girl by her damaged, brittle, dyed blonde hair. “I can see why your mom hid you, why she left you with your dad.”

“Hailey,” Mickey and Armani scold simultaneously.

Nelly’s smug expression is quickly wiped from her face, hearing the words Hailey just uttered. “You know that’s not fair.”

“And this is?”

“I don’t give a rats ass what’s fair, get the fuck out of my house, and you, get the fuck out of my life,” Hailey says, pointing to Armani at the last half of her sentence.

She steps closer to the girl, staring her down like an animal watching its prey. With a shove at nearly every word, she says: “You’re a slut with nothing to live for. You’re a nobody. And as long as you stay around I will make your life a living hell and I will not rest until you’re left with less than you started with.”

Nelly bitterly chuckles, brushing past her shoulder. She grabs her things to leave, heading for the door but she turns around one last time, facing Hailey and all the people watching like an audience: “You know, it’s lonely at the top.”

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