Felicity's POV.
If nerves could kill, I'd already be buried six feet under. And probably still overthinking my outfit from the grave.
It was only day two of Alex's so-called two-week dating. Harmless enough, right? Like we'd just binge Disney movies and fight over popcorn. But no. Alex wasn't the type to do anything halfway. He had a full two-week plan mapped out—like some color-coded romantic war strategy.
"Relax, Felicity," Penelope had said when I told her. "It's just a date."
Just a date? Please. When Alex picked me up, he was in a suit. A suit. Who wears a suit to dinner at a campus café? The man looked like he was about to propose—or buy the café itself.
And of course… the universe hates me. Because guess who I spotted at the corner table?
Chris. With his stupid smirk. And his even stupider cheekbones.
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Chris's POV.
Alex in a suit. Felicity in that blue dress that made my chest feel like it was on fire.
Yeah, no. Not happening. I wasn't letting him take her. And I wasn't letting him get away with it.
So while they ordered, I "accidentally" dropped into the seat directly behind Felicity.
"Christopher?" she hissed.
"Oh hey, fancy seeing you here," I said casually, sipping water like I didn't follow them across campus.
Alex's jaw twitched. Felicity groaned. I smiled. Perfect chaos achieved.
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Alex's POV.
I had one mission: make Felicity feel special. Show her I could be the gentleman she deserved.
But then he showed up. Christopher. Of course. Like a mosquito you can't swat.
"Do you mind?" I said, staring daggers.
"Not at all," Chris replied, leaning back in his chair like he owned the world.
I swear, if this guy was fire, I'd be water. And yet somehow, Felicity looked like she wanted to burn and drown at the same time.
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Felicity's POV.
If love triangles were Olympic sports, I'd be representing England right now.
Alex was glaring holes into Chris. Chris was smirking like a cat with cream. And me? I was stabbing my pasta like it had personally ruined my life.
Why was my heart racing when Chris leaned closer? Why did I feel safe when Alex brushed my hand under the table?
Oh no. Oh no.
Was I… catching feelings for both of them?
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Mia's POV.
From the shadow of the café, I watched. Alex in his suit, Felicity all dressed up, Christopher barging in like the reckless prince he is. Pathetic. All of them.
Because while they're busy playing games with hearts, I've already made my move. Felicity thinks she's safe under Alex's arm. She thinks Chris is her biggest distraction. But I know the truth.
And I will use it. This isn't about love anymore. It's about power. And when I'm finished—neither Alex nor Chris nor Felicity will see it coming.
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Felicity's POV.
By the end of the night, I was dizzy. Alex walked me home, Chris trailing behind us like an annoying bodyguard who refused to leave.
And when Alex leaned in—soft, patient, eyes full of promise—Chris cleared his throat. Loudly.
I shoved both of them away. "For crying out loud, stop! I'm not a prize to be won!"
But deep down…Wasn't I secretly loving the way they were both fighting for me?