Julie
Beth huffed to herself as she nursed her drink, watching him over at the pool table with Julie. Normally she wasn't a jealous person, but he had a way of bringing feelings out of her she wasn't used to feelings. When he'd called her to come out and meet him at the small hole in the wall bar she had thought it was just going to be the two of them, not the three of them. She hated being the third wheel. He walked over and finished his now warm beer. "She's so awesome," he stated, looking over at Julie who was attempting to sink a shot at the pool table. Beth tried not to roll her eyes. The fact that he was picking Julie over herself was ridiculous. Surely this had to be a joke. She just wanted him to take her home and come back so they could drink and laugh and flirt like they always did.
When he'd called her earlier he'd asked what she was doing and she had told him she'd been alone. Zach was working late—again. He'd laughed and that had hurt a little, she didn't know why. He'd asked her to come out and she'd agreed, leaving her bed and Zach, hopefully for good, or at least that had been the plan. She'd leave Zach in a heartbeat to be with him, all he had to do was ask.
Julie walked up and Beth just stared at the ground, refusing to acknowledge her existence. Daryl was staring at her, but she refused. Julie didn't even drink, so why was she here? Daryl just needed to call her a cab and send her home. She hated the fact that she was jealous over her but every time she looked at Daryl she remembered the summer when they basically lived together and spent every day kissing and holding each other. She wanted that again, and it was stupid that he thought Julie was going to give him what Beth could. She watched Julie walk outside for a cigarette and she looked at Daryl, meeting his eyes. "If you pick her over me you're just a fool."