#catfght

there’s this game nico plays—she wants to push buttons, see how people react. most importantly, she wants to make herself feel like she’s got all the power. whatever it is, whatever she’s hoping to get from them, the important thing is knowing she made that happen. with maritza, it’s about pissing her off, but maritza’s not the only one nico does this to. she’s just one of nico’s most reliable targets. 

there’s the women nico runs through too, of course. there, it’s about making them want her. getting under their skin, so they miss her later, the way nico doesn’t miss them. but if she’s honest, the butterflies in her stomach feeling from knowing someone’s daydreaming of her feels almost the same as the way her heartrate increases during a good argument. 

so here was the problem: she loved them, but nico’s friends had fucking terrible taste. nico was looking forward to a chill night, a few drinks with friends while she regaled them all with stories of her latest tinder match gone wrong—something that happened often enough that even nico could admit she was the problem more than anything else, the way she got caught up in wanting and, more importantly, being wanted, only to move on sooner rather than later—but unfortunately, someone had invited maritza too.

here was the bigger problem: nico must have a masochistic streak somewhere, because when she got bored, maritza was a reliable source of entertainment. and, well. nico got bored a lot. call it a character flaw, but monotony made her want to climb the walls. maritza was the last person nico would’ve invited out tonight, but even a fight was more entertaining than just sitting around. 

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