Cassandra's words echoed in my mind like a haunting melody. Ciara flirted with me. It shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did. After all, Ciara was known for her flirtatious nature, her bad attitude, her sharp tongue.
But somehow, hearing it from Cassandra felt different, felt like a dagger twisting in my chest.
Why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like the ground had been pulled out from under me?
My thoughts spiraled, a chaotic whirlwind of doubt and confusion. Had I misread everything between Ciara and me? Those tender moments, the stolen glances, the way she held me close was it all just a game to her? Just another notch in her belt?
No, I told myself, shaking my head slightly as if to physically dispel the doubts. Ciara wasn't like that with me... right? She wasn't just playing around. But the way Cassandra had spoken, so confidently, so nonchalantly, it made me second-guess everything.