Weeks had passed. School had started and school work was getting intense quick. The law program at NYU was one of the most prestigious in the country and she was lucky she was one of the selected few that were admitted. She would spend hours in school during class and the rest studying at the library. She wanted to be the best and graduate at the top of her class but she had a distraction—Santana.
Santana was also admitted into the same program and she was in all her classes so she had no other choice but to spend every minute with the brunette. Santana and Ivey had formed somewhat of a relationship—well there courteous to each other just and spoke of school and nothing more. Santana was guarded; she always made sure to keep her distance and never spoke to anyone outside of school.
One day Ivey was running really late for lecture and had just managed to get in before the professor. She looked around the classroom and saw that all seats were occupied, all except for one. She slowly walked up the steps and stood a couple feet away, "Hi, is this seat taken?"
Brown eyes that hid behind black rimmed glasses stared at her and she shook her head. Ivey smiled and took the seat and began to take out her laptop, pen, notebook and voice recorder. Once she was settled, she glanced over at the brunette; she was sitting on her chair with one leg tugged under her and her eyes fixated on her textbook. She glanced over to her laptop and studied the picture that was all too familiar to her—it was the same picture that she had seen in Quinn's bedroom. It was a picture of 3 girls, Quinn on the left, Santana on the right and a very pretty blonde in the middle hugging both girls. Quinn and Santana had their lips pressed to the blonde's cheeks while she sported probably the biggest smile Ivey had ever seen. "You guys seem close" she said, Santana look up and Ivey nudged to the screen with her chin, "Quinn has the same picture"
"Yeah—best friends since kindergarten" She watched how Santana studied the picture, how her eyes softened and how her fingers curled around the book she was holding, " they had even dubbed us the Unholy Trinity, we ran our high school back in Ohio."
"Unholy Trinity?"
"Yeah" she said letting out a breathy chuckle, "We were all literally attached at the hip, we did everything together—clubs, cheerleading, sleepovers, guys. You name it"
Ivey laughed and stared at the picture again, "What's her name?" She stared at the pretty blonde again and was immediately drawn to her eyes. "Her eyes..."
Without skipping a beat Santana whispered, "I know—bluer than the ocean." Santana's turned and stared at Ivey, "Brittany"
For the fourth time in the span of an hour Quinn's phone rang. Ivey's eyes snapped from the TV to the phone that was currently flashing and vibrating on the coffee table. She didn't want to answer it—but it was the same number calling—and Quinn had forgotten her phone and she was currently volunteering the graveyard shift at the hospital. The ringing had stopped and in an instant it began to vibrate again, Ivey leaned over and picked up the phone. "Hello" she huffed.
"Listen I've been calling you all night and I should even be bothering cause I have better things to do then spend hours dialing the same number over and over but your girl has gone and drank herself away and if you don't pick her up—"
Ivey's eyebrows scrunched together at the man's deep and annoyed voice as he struggled to let himself be heard over the loud music playing in the background. She pulled the phone away from her ear to look at the screen which and quickly brought it back to her ear because the man continued to go on and on. "I'm sorry but Quinn left her—"
"I don't care, either you pick up your friend or I have her escorted out. She's good money—but it's not worth getting my bar shut down for underage drinking. You have fifteen minutes, if you're not at Joey's by then she's on her own"
The phone went silent and Ivey just sat there wondering what the hell just happened, one minute she was sitting on the sofa watching a movie and the next she was getting screamed at by some man to pick someone up. Whoever that man was he was pissed and it seemed it was something that happened regularly since he knew Quinn's number and didn't even bother telling her where she even had to go, all he said was she had fifteen minutes to get to a place called Joey's—which she had no clue where it even was.
She stood up from the sofa and picked up her jacket, keys and phone and scribbled on a note for Quinn and made her way to the door. She had no clue where she was going—it was only her third week in New York and she was just getting the hang of everything running as lightning speed compared to her hometown in Florida.
After standing on the sidewalk she managed to hail a cab. She opened the door and slid her way in closing the door behind her. Looking up she caught the driver's stare through the rearview mirror and she offered him a small smile—one which he completely ignored and gave her a stern look "Where to?"
It then hit her that she had no address—and no number because she had left Quinn's phone right next to the note. She only knew the name of the bar. She pulled out her phone and quickly searched for the name of the bar. "Joeys—Joey's on 53rd" The man nodded and peeled out towards the street.
Joey's was a small raggedy looking bar sandwiched in-between a small Italian restaurant and a boutique. The sign flashed its name and the windows were covered with signs and stickers ranging from beer advertisement to celebrities that had visited the bar. She opened the door and made her way through the narrow hallway which was covered in newspaper clippings. Joey Pomppa—Joey's for short—was the bar where all the nobody's came to find their calling, artists who were crazy known today had all began their careers at this place, they came to this hole in the wall to be discovered. Her hand glided through the wall as she read the names of Cher, Lady Gaga, and Christina Perri as she made her way to the man standing at the end of the hallway. "Excuse me I received a call—"
"You must be here for the girl" he said not bothering to look at her. "She has been drinking more than usual today—customers have loved her but she's slammed. She tried to punch my bartender when he wanted to cut her off. "Ivey instantly recognized the voice of the man to be the one from the phone. He was a tall guy, heavy set and dressed in black slacks and a white button down shirt which was buttoned up until his chest which displayed a gold chain. His eyes were still fixated to the stage and just when she was about to ask who was he talking about music began to play. Her eyes trailed to the small stage that was set up at the far corner of the bar which was surrounded by small tables full of people. The stage light turned on and focused on the woman who she immediately recognized to be Santana, sitting on a stool by the piano and a bottle of alcohol placed on top. Her eyes trailed over her face—a sadder version of what she was used to seeing.
The bar was quiet. The man just stared at her and Ivey found herself staring too. Santana's hands glided through the keys as if they were made for each other and her eyes followed their movements, her eyebrows scrunched and her lip quivered. The soft sounds of the piano began to play and then her raspy voice began to fill the room.
The sun is filling up the room And I will make sure to keep my distance
And I can hear you dreaming
Do you feel the way I do right now?
I wish we would just give up
Cause the best part is falling
Call it anything but love
Say, "I love you," when you're not listening
And how long can we keep this up, up, up?
She couldn't tear her eyes away from her. She was like an addiction, the way her hands moved, her voice seeped through her—she felt her pain. Santana was closed her eyes and Ivey watched from a distance how a tear slid down her cheek.
Please don't stand so close to me And I will make sure to keep my distance And I keep waiting So I'll make sure to keep my distance Make sure to keep my distance
I'm having trouble breathing
I'm afraid of what you'll see right now
I give you everything I am
All my broken heart beats
Until I know you'll understand
Say, "I love you," when you're not listening
And how long can we keep this up, up, up?
For you to take me
You keep waiting
To save what we have
Say, "I love you," when you're not listening
And how long can we keep this up, up, up?
Say, "I love you," when you're not listening
How long 'til we call this love, love, love?
The music slowly faded as Santana began to slow her fingers to a stop just as the crowd erupted in an applause muffling the small "Thank You" she whispered through the microphone. She stood up and picked up her bottle grabbing it by the neck and making her way to the bar. She picked up a glass and poured the contents of it and tossed the bottle behind her. Ivey watched as she brought the cup to her lips and how her throat moved rapidly to swallow the contents. Santana slammed the glass on the counter and turned around to pick up another bottle.
Just then Ivey noticed the man still standing next to her. " You better hurry up and get your friend before she opens another bottle—she has already drank through all her tip money and I doubt you want to be the one to pay for another bottle" She turned to look at the man just as he gave her a stern look. He pulled out some money from his pocket and handed it to her. "Take her to get some food in her system before she passes out and make sure you call me when you get home. She's a pain in the ass but she's a sweet kid, kinda grows on you." Ivey barely has a chance to say another word before he turns on his heels and leaves.
Ivey stands there for a couple more minutes watching as Santana continues to drink her life away and makes her way towards her figuring it's better to get her now than continue to watch her drink and make it harder for her to take her home. Just as she was a couple of steps away, brown eyes snap up to stare at her. "So I guess Quinn decided it was time to send reinforcement"
Ivey stares at her for a minute. She's wearing a black tight dress with her hair cascading over her shoulder, her upper body slouched over the bar, and a bottle of jack tightly gripped to her hand. "Quinn left her phone at home and it wouldn't stop ringing so I picked up and they told me to come here. Come here to get you." She felt herself saying watching how Santana rolled her eyes and smirked.
"Figure—I knew Joe would call Quinn after I tried to smack his newbie bartender for trying to card me"
"I think maybe you should take it easy on the Jack" she says "You have been drinking a lot"
Santana stares at her, her eyes brown and cold, "Well aren't you the observant type"
"Just stating the obvious"
"Well it's not your business to state, so why don't you fuck off" Santana spits picking up the bottle and bringing it to her lips. Ivey quickly steps in and pulls the bottle away earning a glare from the brunette.
"I know it's not my business that you're drinking your sorrows away but it became my business when I was forced to come out of my cozy apartment in the middle of the night to pick you up. So when I say 'I suggest'—I actually mean you better stop drinking so we can get out of here go home and get to bed because its 3 in the fucking morning and the last thing I want to do is wander around this damn city."
Santana eyes her, staring at her features waiting for her to falter but it doesn't happen. Ivey stares right back with a firm look. She watched as the brunette picks herself up and makes her way to the entrance of the bar, picks up her purse and jacket and heads towards the door only to stop to turn around to still find the other girl standing by the bar "Are you coming or not?" without another word she turns around and walks out of the bar.
Ivey opens the door and steps out to the sidewalk quickly bringing her collar up to shield herself from the icy wind blowing its way through the city. Santana is standing just a couple of feet away with her arms wrapped tightly around herself and trying her hardest not to sway. Other than the muffled music coming out of Joey's, it pretty quiet, her head turns right then left and realizes they're the only ones standing out there—which makes sense since its about 3 in the morning. She clears her throat before she speaks, "Your boss gave me money to get you something to eat" She says, "But it's late so I really don't know what could be opened at this time"
"There's a diner a couple of blocks away, we can walk there" Santana states and begins to walk not bothering to wait.
"Ok that sounds perfect," she says as she quickly tries to catch up to the Latina.
The walk to the diner was quiet but felt even quieter as they sat across from each other at Broadway Diner. "So what's her name?" She says watching how the brunette in front of her stares at her quizzically. "Your song—it was about a girl right?"
"My girl—ex-girlfriend" Santana breathes, "It didn't work out"
Ivey watched how the girl's eyes focused on the French fry her hand as she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth. "Bad break up?"
She doesn't say anything for a couple of minutes and Ivey assumed probably thought she wouldn't either. Ivey poked around her plate and swirled the pieces of left over pancakes that were drenched in syrup.
"She was my first real girlfriend," Ivey's eyes focused on Santana, "We broke up before I came to New York because things weren't going to work out. She was offered a scholarship on the other side of the country, I love her, but it's over now. "She looks up to find Ivey's eyes staring back at her and realizes how blue they were—but not the same blue that makes her heart skip a beat. She notices in those blue eyes notices a flash of sympathy so she immediately brushes it off. "Are you finished?"
Ivey watches as the sadness that had once enveloped the girl in front of her wash away and instead a wave of seriousness appear. She nods and watches how Santana motions for the waitress to bring the check and dumps a couple of wrinkled bills on the table without even saying a word. She stands up and reaches out to grab her jacket from the booth, "We should probably grab a taxi from here, the walk home is kind of long" She waits for Ivey at the entrance while she manages to grab a taxi.
Ivey watched from her seat in the cab how Santana rested her forehead against the cool glass and watched the streets go by. She hadn't said a word after telling the cab driver the address and only moved to subtly wipe the tears that were escaping her eyes. In the three weeks that she had been living with Quinn and Santana she had never seen the brunette so vulnerable—for the first time since she met her she was actually seeing her. The way the streetlights casted a glow on her flawless olive skin, how her hair looked the deepest of browns—like chocolate. Santana was beautiful; there was no doubt about it.
All too soon, the cab comes to a stop. Ivey pulls out the bills that Joey gave her and quickly pays the driver before Santana has a chance to and thanks him before pulling on the latch and opening the door. Both girls make their way up to the apartment quietly and Ivey patiently waits until Santana fumbles around her purse looking for her keys. Once inside, Santana heads straight for her room while Ivey walks over to the living room—the note is still on the table meaning Quinn is still out. Just as she's debating whether she should continue the movie she feels someone staring at her, when she looks up she finds Santana still standing in the hallway.
"Just wanted to say thanks—for coming"
Ivey feels the corner of her lips tug up into a smile and just as Santana is about to turn away, "Would you like to watch a movie with me?"
After that night Ivey found herself falling for the brunette—falling hard. She began to fall for the way her nose crinkled when she found something funny or how her eyebrows furrowed right before she was about to lash out on someone. She began to uncover the small things, like how the brunette wrote with her left hand but ate cereal with her right or how she tried to seem fearless but during thunderstorms she was always under the covers.
Santana continued to frequent Joey's and always came stumbling back late at night. However, she was always present at school and was probably one of the smartest people Ivey had ever met. The more time Santana spent with Ivey the more Ivey would realize how easy it was to fall for her. Santana always surprised her either by remembering little details that was said during their study sessions or by randomly appearing to class with Ivey's coffee when the blonde was running late.
They sat together in class and spent hours in the library studying. Ivey studied law but most importantly studied Santana. She learned the big things, like favorite colors, food or hobbies but also learned the smaller things like how the insistent tapping of pencil meant that she was trying her hardest to memorize something.
One night, they were cramming for their Intro to Law final and Ivey's concentration was locked more on the brunette than the actual book. She watched with her hand on her chin as Santana flipped through the flashcards reading the words followed by the definition. "You know, the whole point about being study buddies is actually helping each other study. You've been distracted all day and we still haven't even covered the last two chapters."
Blue eyes flicker from the brunettes lips to her eyes, her cheeks immediately flushing. "Sorry" she said her hand rubbing at the back of her neck, "We've been in this library for the past 5 hours and haven't taken a single break." Santana laughed at her impatience, "Why don't we take a quick break and I don't know maybe get something to eat?"
"But it's pouring outside"
"So," she responded, "You haven't lived if you haven't walked through the rain at least once in your life Lopez." She stood up and grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her to her feet and tried to fight the smile that was tugging at her lips hearing Santana laugh as they made their way to the street. They ran through the door, hand in hand, and laughed uncontrollably as they felt the rain drench them. They jumped through puddles and giggled like little girls as they closed their eyes and just let themselves get caught in the moment. At that moment Ivey looked at Santana and watched how Santana's smile had grown so much her dimples were on full display, Her hair was frizzy and her make-up was beginning to smear—but at that moment she was the prettiest thing she had ever seen. She couldn't take her eyes away from her, "You're beautiful" she breathed. Santana stopped her movements and glanced over at the blonde. Ivey got closer to her grabbed her hand, "So beautiful." She then leaned in and pressed her lips against soft plump ones. She couldn't believe she was doing this, she had spent months crushing on the brunette and now she was kissing her.
Santana gasped and pulled away immediately cupping her mouth," I'm sorry" she whispered before she turned around and ran away leaving Ivey standing in the middle of NYU in the pouring rain.
For the next couple of days Santana completely avoided Ivey. She missed a couple of classes and made sure not to be home whenever the blonde was, Ivey only heard her when late at night when she was coming home from the bar.
One night she was sitting in her room studying and listening to the soft music being played through her iPod. She was currently memorizing the key points in the case of Brown v. Ferguson when she heard the front door open. She figured it was Quinn so she closed her textbook and got off her bed. Right when she was about to open the door Quinn's voice stopped her.
"Santana I think this is the stupidest thing you've ever done." Quinn nagged, "What on Earth would possess you to go and get a tattoo especially when you are drunk. Have you even considered how dangerous it is getting a tattoo while you're drunk—have you even thought of how much blood you lost?! No wonder that Tattoo parlor had to call me, you fucking fainted!"
"Quinnnnn" Santana mumbled, "Stop treating me like I'm a child-"
"Well stop acting like one"
"Ok you know what, Stop" Santana said, "First of all, I'm not a child and I was not drunk, having a couple of drinks does not mean you're drunk Quinn, And they just called you because I felt a little woozy—I did not faint." Her voice softened, "I needed to do this Quinn."
"Whatever Santana" Quinn huffed, "Just don't do it again—I had no idea what was going on and I was scared shitless, I thought you had died."
Santana laughed and hugged Quinn. "I'm okay Q. I love you."
"Me too" Quinn pulled away and smiled, "Ok, I have to get back to the hospital; I had someone cover me while I went to pick you up downtown." Quinn grabbed her purse and jacket and mumbled something about dinner as she made her way out.
Santana threw herself on the couch, her face immediately scrunching in pain. She turned on her back and picked up her shirt and looked over the bandage that clung to her hip making sure she wasn't bleeding anymore. Her fingers traced over the white medical tape and she sighed—it was her first tattoo. She had always wanted one but always wanted it to mean something. She knew they were meant to stay forever so as her fingers traced she couldn't help but smile. She had always wanted a forever with Brittany but as much as she hated to accept it, fate hadn't planned it that way. It had been months since she had heard the voice that could make her heart beat fast and slow at the same time and she knew she probably never would. The only way she knew how to keep her with her forever was to symbolize and engrave something in her body that would always remind Santana of Brittany, after all, her heart, body and soul belonged to Brittany and this symbolized that.
Just as her mind was drifting off into thoughts of Brittany, Santana heard feet softly padding down the hallway. She got up and glanced over to the hallway to find Ivey standing a couple of feet away from the living room. It had been a couple of days since the kiss and Santana had successfully managed to avoid the blonde. The kiss had been running through her mind ever since she pulled away and she honestly didn't know how to feel about it. She loved Brittany, loved her with all her heart but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt for Ivette. She was funny, witty and probably the nicest and most sarcastic person she had ever met. She didn't know what she felt—and it scared the shit out of her. She looked down to the couch and saw her leather jacket and she reached over to pick it up.
"Hey" Santana said, "I was just heading out" she motioned to the door as she got on her feet and put her jacket on. She had her hand on the door handle when Ivey's voice stopped her.
"Go on a date with me" She breathed, Santana turned and stared at her and Ivey looked down to the floor, " I don't even know if you like me like that but I know I do" she said looking back up to brown eyes, " give me a chance to show you that you don't have to be scared anymore. Let me show you that I can be the person you need to forget—forget everything" she whispered, "Just go on a date with me"
Santana froze. She didn't know what to say so she just turned around and left leaving Ivey standing alone yet once again.
Days had passed and Ivey thought maybe blurting out what she had in her mind may have done more harm than anything. Santana still continued to avoid her and Ivey hated it. It was finally the last day of class and Ivey was running late like always and had just managed to sneak in without the professor noticing. She walked up the steps and sighed—the only seat available was next to Santana and she knew the next hour and a half would be spent in total awkwardness. As she made her way upstairs she noticed Santana was sipping on her coffee but also had an extra cup sitting on her desk. Ivey gave her a puzzled look as she sat down and began to take everything out of her backpack.
Just as she was about to pull out her laptop Santana pushed the cup of coffee to her desk. She glanced at Santana then glanced at the cup. It was a Starbucks coffee cup with the word 'YES' on it. She looked back and caught brown eyes, "Yes?"
"Friday" Santana smiled, "Pick me up at 8."
Present Day.
After a very cramped taxi ride, the group made it to Callbacks. Brittany stretched her legs as Puck paid the cab and motioned everyone to the entrance of the bar. The bar was small but full of people, since it was summer they had opened the patio which was probably twice as big as inside. Techno was blasting through the speakers as people mingled, laughed and danced the night away. She heard Rachel squeak something about there being a live DJ and that the place was going to be even fuller and twice as fun.
Brittany looked around the place and was impressed. When Rachel had mentioned Callbacks was also the place performing arts students came to sing she thought it would be a small hole-in-the-wall place that served fancy wine and instead of clapping they would snap their fingers. Her eyes glance over to the large bar on the right side of the place and watches mesmerized as the lights flash according to the beat. Bartenders scurried from one side to the other taking orders and entertaining the crowd with their tricks. She felt someone snake their arm around her waist and lean forward, "Puck, Ashley and Kurt went to get a table outside, let's go to the bar and grab a drink" Quinn yelled over the music. Brittany nodded as Quinn grabbed her hand and began to pull her to the bar. They squeezed through the crowd and Brittany gripped Quinn's hand tighter, her eyes focused on the back of the blondes head so she wouldn't lose her. As they got closer she noticed that Quinn was guiding her to Rachel and Santana who were leaning by the bar ordering drinks.
Quinn tapped on Rachel's shoulder and the small brunette turned around and told them that Santana had already ordered their drinks. "So what do you think Britt?" Rachel asked as she leaned her elbows on the bar and faced her and Quinn. Rachel had changed a lot since the last time Brittany had seen her. She wasn't the same Rachel Berry she remembered, she was more outgoing and sociable—hell she even had become really good friend with Quinn and Santana. She was dressed in a short navy dress that clung to her body very well and wore beige heels to match, her body swayed along to the music making her hips bump to Quinn who had moved to stand by Santana who was still talking to the bartender.
"It's a pretty cool place Rach" Brittany said loud enough so the brunette could hear. "When you guys said to come here I honestly thought we were in for a night of show tunes, but I'm glad I was wrong" Brittany glanced over to Quinn and Santana and watched they were talking adamantly and she couldn't stop the smile that tugged on her lips as she watched Santana react to something Quinn had told her. It must have been something funny but embarrassing because she could see the blush rushing to her cheeks as her eyes squinted and her nose crinkled, her smile was so big it made her cheeks bunch up and her adorable dimples show. She then nudged Quinn on the shoulder which made them burst into laughter.
Brittany's eyes were covered all of a sudden which caused her breath to hitch a little. "Guess who?" Ashely said in her eyes which immediately made her calm down.
"Hmm… Is she short, white and annoying? "Brittany said through a smile which caused Ashley to giggle and remove her hands from her eyes.
"Puck got us a table outside he told me to come get you girls."
Just as she was about to respond the bartender placed the drinks on the bar making Rachel squeal. Santana pulled out her credit card and handed it to the bartender and proceeded to hand out the drinks. "Calm down Berry, and here's your martini—extra dirty, extra olives" she said making a disgusted face which made Rachel roll her eyes and Quinn laugh. "A Malibu Bay Breeze for Quinn-" she said handing the blonde her drink, then she grabbed the next drink and handed it to Brittany "-and a Tequila Sunrise, with cherries"
"Thanks" Brittany mouthed as Santana took a sip of her drink and shrugged her shoulders motioning it was no big deal. "Uh—Puck got us a table outside so we should head out there"
"You guys go ahead, I'll wait for Santana to close the tab and we'll be there in a bit" Rachel said motioning for Quinn and Brittany to follow Ashley outside. Quinn nodded and grabbed Brittany's hand and pulled her towards the patio.
"If looks could kill"
Santana glanced at her with a confused expression, "What?"
"You" she said taking a sip of her drink, "Just now—you were staring daggers at Quinn when she grabbed Brit's hand"
"You're delusional Berry—I was just making sure I knew which direction they took so we could find them later on." Rachel gave her a look that said she didn't believe a single word she was saying.
" You can't fool me Santana, especially when it comes to things like this, I've been watching you for a while now and you have been acting differently ever since Brittany came back into our lives—you even walked out while she was dancing with Quinn during rehearsal cause you were jealous." She said matter-of-factly.
"I'm starting to think the bartender added more than just olives to your drink dwarf" Santana said, "and for your information I am not jealous of Quinn, I had gotten a very important work call that I needed to answer." The bartender came back and handed Santana back her credit card, she signed the receipt and pulled out some bills and left them on the table.
"You're a terrible liar San. First of all, you didn't have your phone when you walked out and second, you used to have the same look on your face when Britt was dating Artie."
"Stop being ridiculous Rachel." Santana said taking a sip of her beer. "I'm getting married to Ivey and what happened between Brit and I am over." She said in a softer tone. "It wasn't meant to be"
Rachel stopped walking and grabbed her hand. "How do you know that?" she inquired "Don't feed me some bullshit story about you marrying Ivey because neither of us believe it. Admit it San, you never thought you would see her again so you moved on, you built your life but fate brought her back and I don't know about you but I think that changes everything." Santana looked down at her beer and took a deep breath. They continued to walk towards the patio and the Latina's eyes immediately found blue ones. Just a couple of feet away she could see all her friends sitting on a table while a waitress served them their drinks. Brittany was sitting in between Puck and Quinn and Santana couldn't stop herself from staring at her. The blonde was staring right back as she grabbed her drink and took a sip never breaking eye contact with Santana.
Quinn leaned over and whispered something into Brittany's ear which made her look down to her lap and blush. Santana gripped at her beer bottle tighter and her teeth clenched. She felt the blood from her body boil. She then felt Rachel loop her arm around hers, "Still think you're not jealous?"
TBC… Reviews?