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I.

My name is Sabrina Carpenter, and if anyone had told me my life would turn into a complicated melodrama, I probably would have laughed. But as it often happens, reality is stranger than fiction, and my story is proof of that.

It all started when David and I broke up. We had been together for almost two years, and I thought it was love—the kind of love that makes you forget who you are and believe that every day will be perfect. But things changed slowly. Or maybe not so slowly; I just didn’t realize it until it was too late.

David was charming, with a smile that could make you forget the world, but he also had a certain restlessness in his eyes that I never really understood. I realized that our lives were heading in different directions, but I never imagined that one of those directions would lead straight to Jenna Ortega.

Jenna was… different. In every way that I wasn’t. Confident, bold, with an energy that drew people to her like bees to honey. When I found out they were together, the pain was like a punch to the gut. But soon, the pain gave way to anger, and that anger grew every time I saw them together. Jenna wasn’t just David’s new girlfriend. She was a rival, an enemy. And I was determined to take back what was mine.

II.

I was sitting at the bar, sipping a cocktail and trying to ignore the music that was too loud. And then I saw them—David and Jenna, in a corner of the club, laughing and dancing like they were the only people in the world.

"I can't believe this," I muttered to myself, gripping the glass so hard I thought it might break.

I decided to go over, not knowing exactly what to say, but sure that something would come out.

"David," I called out, raising my voice to be heard over the music. "Can we talk?"

David looked at me in surprise, then annoyance. "Sabrina, this isn't the time…"

"It's never the time, is it?" I interrupted, as Jenna stared at me with a contemptuous look.

"What do you want, Sabrina?" she asked, stepping between me and David like a barrier.

"I want to talk to him, Jenna," I said, trying to keep my composure. "Not everything is about you."

"Oh, really?" she shot back. "Because it seems like you're making a scene just to get attention."

That stung like a slap in the face. I realized how jealous I was and how much I was letting that jealousy consume me. But I didn't want to stop. I couldn’t.

"David, just tell me one thing," I said, ignoring Jenna. "Are you happy? Are you really happy?"

David hesitated, looking first at me, then at Jenna. "Yes, Sabrina. I’m happy."

Those words hit me harder than I wanted to admit. I said nothing more, turned on my heel, and left, feeling Jenna's eyes still burning into my back.

III.

I didn’t expect to run into Jenna again, at least not so soon, but fate had other plans. I was at home, trying to focus on a new song when I heard a knock at the door.

I opened it and found her there, standing with a tense expression on her face.

"Jenna? What are you doing here?" I asked, confused.

"We need to talk," she said simply, pushing past me to get inside.

I closed the door, surprised by her intrusion. "Okay, let’s talk. What’s this about?"

Jenna looked at me intently. "It’s about David. He’s had an accident. He’s in the hospital."

My heart sank. "What happened?"

"He fell… hit his head," she explained, and for the first time, I saw her steel gaze melt into genuine sadness. "It’s my fault."

Her confession left me speechless. "What do you mean, it’s your fault?"

"We were together," she continued, her voice breaking. "We were arguing about you, and I lost control… I pushed him. He fell and hit his head. I didn’t mean to…"

I stood frozen, trying to process her words. "Oh my God, Jenna…"

"I know," she said, tears streaming down her face. "And now he’s in a coma. I don’t know if he’ll ever wake up."

I felt a tightness in my chest. Despite everything, I never wanted something like this to happen. I moved closer to her, instinctively, and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Jenna, I… I’m sorry," I said, and for the first time, I truly meant it. "This wasn’t supposed to happen."

She broke down in tears, and without thinking, I hugged her. In that moment, all the anger and resentment I had felt toward her dissolved. We were two broken people, torn apart by a series of mistakes and misunderstandings. And as I held her in my arms, I realized there was a connection between us, something that went beyond David, beyond jealousy and competition.

IV.

( One year later. )

I don’t know exactly how we got to this point, but Jenna and I are now inseparable. After David’s accident, we spent a lot of time together, comforting each other and trying to move on. It was a slow process, but eventually, we realized that there was something special between us. Something we had never felt with anyone else.

Jenna was my safe haven, the person with whom I could be myself without any masks. And I was the same for her. We never looked back, and we don’t regret anything. In the end, the tragedy brought us together in a way neither of us could have ever predicted.

Chapter 1: The Past and the Present

It had been a while since things took an unexpected turn in my life. I had been dating Aiden for a couple of years, and for a while, I truly believed he was my "forever." We had shared so much: laughter, tears, nights spent stargazing, and lazy days in bed. But as often happens in life, things changed.

I still remember the day I first saw him with Jenna Ortega. It was a sweltering July afternoon, and I had stopped by Aiden’s favorite café after a long recording session, hoping to surprise him. Instead, I was the one who was surprised. The two of them were sitting at a corner table, their heads close together, laughing at something he had just whispered to her. At that moment, my world seemed to shrink, and my vision darkened as if I were about to faint.

Chapter 2: The Start of the Rivalry

Jenna Ortega. I had never thought of her as a threat. I vaguely knew her through mutual friends, a young and talented actress. But seeing the way Aiden looked at her… it made everything clear. It hurt, a sharp and unexpected pain. At first, I tried to brush it off, to forget that scene and move on. But Aiden confessed to me shortly after that his feelings had changed, that he had started to develop something for Jenna, and that he didn’t want to lie to me anymore.

The pain of the breakup was devastating. I had lost not just my boyfriend, but my best friend. And every time I saw them together, the wound reopened. Thus began my rivalry with Jenna. It was inevitable. Every opportunity was a chance to lash out at each other, to prove who was better, who was more deserving of Aiden’s love.

Chapter 3: The Night of the Confrontation

Our rivalry came to a head one night that neither of us would ever forget. There was a party in town, one of those events that draws all the VIPs and celebrities. I knew Aiden and Jenna would be there. I couldn’t miss it. I wore my best dress, determined to show that I was fine, that I was strong, and that I didn’t need anyone.

When I arrived, I spotted them immediately. Jenna looked stunning, as always, and she seemed so happy by his side. Jealousy burned inside me. I couldn’t resist and walked over. I’m not exactly sure what I hoped to achieve, but I needed her to understand how much I was hurting. Words flew out of my mouth, accusing her of stealing Aiden from me, of betraying me as a friend. Jenna didn’t back down; her words were just as cutting.

Aiden tried to separate us, but our argument had become too intense. Emotions were running high, and neither of us wanted to give in. In a fit of rage, Jenna grabbed a wine bottle from a nearby table and threw it into the air without thinking. Maybe she only wanted to scare me, but Aiden was too close. The bottle struck him on the temple, and he fell backward, hitting his head on the marble floor.

Blood quickly spread across the floor, and a heavy silence fell over the room. My screams echoed as I knelt beside him, tears blurring my vision. But it was too late. Aiden was gone.

Chapter 4: A New Beginning

The days that followed were a chaotic mix of pain and confusion. Jenna and I were both questioned by the police. It was ruled an accident, but the guilt and sorrow were overwhelming. People started talking, the tabloids began writing, and my life turned into a media nightmare.

But in all that pain, Jenna and I unexpectedly found comfort in each other. It was as if only the two of us could truly understand the other’s grief. Our once fierce rivalry morphed into something else. We started spending more time together, sharing memories and laughter that we wished we had experienced with Aiden.

At first, it felt strange, but soon we realized that, somehow, we were growing closer. One night, while we were lying on the couch in my apartment, our hands brushed against each other. I looked into her eyes and knew that words weren’t necessary. We kissed, softly, with a tenderness that we had both sought in Aiden but now found in each other.