Blonde Blazer, who finds herself powerless to deny you, a newly hired dispatcher with a magnetic personality that seems designed to specifically draw her into your orbit, anything.
Whose heart skips several beats when you tug on her hands to lead her through the crowded dance floor of the club you’d insisted on taking her to, determined to get to know, to befriend the real her.
“Dance with me Mandy!” You demand with a grin, hands already tracing the bare skin of her biceps before sliding down to rest on her hips as you sway and rock against her.
Her gaze drawn to your cleavage, hyper aware of every little touch and press of your thighs on hers. Hear prickling under her skin when you lean into her ear to shout something over the music and you take a sip from her drink.
Mandy who lets you drag her to the bathroom with you, sharing a stall as you giggle and then draping yourself across her as you take mirror selfies.
Whose breath hitches when you reapply her lipstick with your own, your thumb wiping off the slight smudge as a result of your tipsy hands. Instead of wiping the gloss with a paper towel, you simply lick the excess of your finger in a way that has Mandy clenching her thighs.
Mandy who’s gut clenches and seethes with jealousy when you casually kiss one of your girlfriends with a giggle. You’re not close enough yet with her, don’t want to make her uncomfortable or ruin things but all Mandy can think about it is how lucky your friend is as envy burns in her chest.
Mandy who falls into your bed drunkenly that night with you in a tangle of limbs. It’s completely platonic, the two of you having shared an uber and insisting it was fine and that you ‘shared with friends all the time.’
Mandy who wakes to you plastered across her back, one of your hands resting beneath the borrowed shirt and splayed across her ribs. Who lays awake like that for hours, selfishly letting herself enjoy the feeling before you come to with a groggy whine.
Blonde Blazer who breaks up with Phenomaman the very next day before immediately heading to tell you.
Who relishes in the attention you shower her in, barely holding back a giddy smile when you invite her back to yours for a girls night in that ends in another late night cuddle session.
Mandy, who’s not that cut up at all over severing ties with her boyfriend. Not when she has you.
a/n | wrote this in like 5 mins when it kept me from going to sleep, so ignore any errors <3
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