No Jealousy No Games

The weekend had arrived, and the plan was set into motion. The girls had watched with gleaming eyes as Maya's last move had worked, and now it was time for her to make Eddie jealous. The anticipation buzzed in the air as they sat around, plotting the next phase. They had him right where they wanted him, or so they thought.

Maya was the one who spoke first, a gleam of mischief in her eyes. "This is it. We make him burn tonight. No more games."

Sally grinned, knowing exactly what Maya meant. "You're going all in, huh? You're going to push him to the edge."

Luna laughed, looking at the other two. "He'll be a mess by the end of the night. Watch."

Maya smiled slyly. "He thinks he has me in his hands. He'll regret it. He won't know what hit him."

Sally's phone buzzed with a notification, pulling her attention away from the conversation. It was Zeke.

"Zeke wants us to hit the club tonight," Sally said, reading the message aloud. "And he's asking if Eddie's coming."

Maya raised an eyebrow. "Eddie? Seriously?"

Sally shrugged. "It'll be fine. Zeke's already asking him, but he's not sure if Eddie will come."

Maya leaned back, clearly amused by the turn of events. "He'll come. He always does."

"I'll convince him," Sally said with a laugh, dialing Zeke's number.

It didn't take long for Zeke to finally agree to bring Eddie along, albeit reluctantly. And so, the night unfolded as the girls arrived at the club, ready to make their mark. The energy was electric, and they could feel it as soon as they walked in. The music thumped in the air, the lights flashing around them. The dance floor was packed, and the girls couldn't help but be the center of attention.

But Maya wasn't here to make friends. She was here to make Eddie jealous, to remind him just who he was dealing with.

They spotted Zeke and his group near the bar, and Maya caught a glimpse of Eddie standing off to the side, his arms crossed, looking indifferent as usual. She smirked. She wouldn't even acknowledge him—let him stew in his confusion.

The moment she spotted a group of guys dancing near the DJ booth, she slipped into the crowd. She swayed to the music, her body moving with a boldness that made every eye in the room turn toward her. It wasn't just a dance—it was a performance. She was teasing, playing a game, but most of all, she wanted Eddie to see her with someone else. She wanted him to watch her enjoy herself with other guys.

As she danced, she noticed the way the guy from earlier—someone she had briefly exchanged glances with—was already making his way toward her. He was tall, confident, and didn't shy away from getting closer. Maya, knowing exactly what she was doing, leaned into it, letting him pull her into a more intimate dance. She let him spin her, pull her in closer, and all the while, her eyes never left Eddie.

But Eddie didn't budge. He didn't flinch, didn't even show any sign of being affected. He stood there, his gaze cold but steady. The more Maya danced, the more she could feel the shift between them. If she thought he was going to break, she was wrong. Eddie wasn't fazed at all.

She danced harder, spinning faster, letting the stranger's hands drift lower as the music pulsed through the room. Her body was slick with sweat now, and she could feel her confidence growing with every movement. She glanced at Eddie once more, expecting a reaction—anything—but all she saw was indifference. He was still standing there, unmoved.

It made her angry, and the harder she danced, the more she pushed her limits. The guy she was dancing with, though charming at first, was getting a little too close for comfort. His hand slipped down her back, pulling her into him too tightly. Maya could feel the pressure of his grip and, though slightly intoxicated, she knew something wasn't right. He was trying to pull her out of the crowd now, trying to lead her off the dance floor.

"Where are we going?" Maya asked, pulling back, trying to stay in control.

The guy grinned, clearly not taking no for an answer. "Let's get out of here. You and me, we could have a good time."

"No," Maya said, stepping back, the sudden feeling of discomfort washing over her. "I'm not—"

Before she could finish her sentence, the guy reached for her again, this time pushing her harder, his grip tightening in a way that made her uncomfortable. That's when the panic hit, sharp and fast.

But the club was loud, the music and voices drowning everything out. Maya's pulse was racing. She tried to pull away, but his hold on her wouldn't loosen.

"Stop!" Maya finally shouted, but it was drowned out by the noise around them. She tried to move, but the guy was too strong.

That's when Luna appeared, rushing toward them with a fire in her eyes. She grabbed the guy's arm, pulling him back with surprising force. "Get your hands off her!" Luna yelled, and Maya's heart raced in relief.

But the situation wasn't over. Eddie, who had been watching the scene from afar, suddenly snapped to attention. He rushed toward them, pushing through the crowd with a fury that had Maya's breath catching in her throat.

He shoved the guy back, glaring at him with an intensity Maya had never seen before. "Get away from her!" Eddie's voice was low, dangerous. The guy, clearly intimidated, backed off without a word.

Maya, still shaken, stumbled back, her head spinning from the alcohol and the panic. Eddie turned to her, his face a mixture of anger and concern.

"You think this is funny?" Eddie's voice was harsh, his words cutting through the haze of her drunkenness. "You think you can act like this around all these guys? What are you trying to prove?"

Maya blinked, the sting of his words hitting harder than anything. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn't come. Instead, all she could do was stare at him, her anger giving way to confusion.

"I'm not some guy you can play with," Eddie continued, his jaw clenched tight. "You need to take care of yourself, Maya. You're better than this."

Her eyes stung, and the anger she had been holding onto suddenly felt so small, so insignificant. The pride that had kept her going, pushing Eddie to the brink, shattered in an instant.

"I didn't mean…" she began, but the words felt empty now.

Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Let's just get out of here, okay?" he said, his voice softer now, but still laced with frustration.

Maya nodded numbly, allowing him to lead her out of the club. The tension between them was thick, and Maya could feel the weight of his words hanging over her. She had pushed too far, and now there was nothing left to do but let him lead her away, her own heart pounding in her chest.

But there was no victory in this game. No satisfaction. Only the strange feeling of being lost.