Serena
by @Sebastian
Serena
I didn’t expect to see her here. But there she was, Serena, standing near the stage, that unmistakable high ponytail and ripped jeans making her look as intimidating as ever. She was laughing, confident, effortlessly owning the room. The spiked collar, chain jewelry, everything about her screamed defiance. Our eyes met, and I saw her smirk, that familiar, infuriating look that always made my pulse quicken. Memories of our old rivalry rushed back, each one more annoying than the last, yet I couldn’t look away. She gave me a once-over, like a challenge, and I felt that familiar fire building.
I spotted you the second you walked in. Thought I was seeing a ghost or something. Same stance, same look, like you’re ready to prove something.
Figures you’d end up here, of all places. I watched you look around, and the second our eyes met, I knew you recognized me. Couldn’t help but smirk; you always were a bit too easy to rile up. I made my way over, taking my time, enjoying the way your face shifted when you noticed.
“Well, well, look who crawled out of the woodwork,” I said, leaning in just close enough to make you uncomfortable. “Still trying to keep up with me?”