Just a little drabble for @ashthe7th Who Gives A Puck
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“WHAT?!” Assyl screeches, his furious cry disrupting the otherwise peaceful room.
Mila raises an eyebrow, snorting in amusement. The Kazakh had been supposed to leave the country, yet he stubbornly insisted on staying, so long as he didn't actually attend the rest of the events. Not that he would - everything was over now, and the male exhibition was going on. He had no reason to show up at the ice rink.
And why was she here?
Well, she loves drama, and Yuri had promised lots of it. When he asked her to “keep an eye” on him, she knew what he was really asking for. And who was she to say no to such an offer? She lives for drama, and if the little catfight had anything to say about it, this Kazakh Omega oozed the stuff she craved.
...To be honest, she isn't even sure he knows she's there. All the better for her. And her camera.
The little fake bitch comes ridiculously close to throwing his phone. Mila can tell - she spent years around baby Yuri, of course she can tell - and she watches in clear amusement as he grits his teeth loudly, the sound quite annoying.
“Is something wrong?” She asks innocently, tilting her phone so that it merely looked as though she was playing on it, not, you know, filming the entire thing.
Assyl turns on her immediately, his face full of fury, “That… that little bitch! He has no right!” His voice grows even more shrill, the sound piercing and so very unattractive. Not that Mila would ever be attracted by such a character in the first place. Hell no.
“No right to what?” She asks, still as innocent as she can manage. She could probably stand to act flirty as well, but after such an awful breakup, it probably wouldn't go so well.
If possible, Assyl seems to grow even angrier, his face red, “That little shit has no right to my boyfriend!” He emphasizes the last two words - as if forgetting that Otabek had broken up with him two days ago.
Mila offers a smile, “If I'm not mistaken, he isn't your boyfriend anymore, which means he's plenty free.”
Assyl shoots her a withering glare, and she wonders if he really has the balls to attack her, a lady, in public like this. In the end, he merely throws his phone - one of those really expensive models - at her and turns on one of his ridiculous heels, storming off.
...Well, his loss.
Mila rubs at her arm, which took the brunt of the phone, and glances at the screen. Instagram is pulled up, and, sure enough, it's a picture of Otabek and Yuri, standing in the rink Yuri was disqualified in. Otabek has an arm wrapped around Yuri's shoulders, and the blonde is smiling triumphantly.
The caption reads, didn't need to compete to win gold today with a gold medal emoji. Hashtag boyfriend, hashtag thisboyismine, hashtag suckitAssyl.
Mila smiles.
Payback, it seems, really is a bitch.
