Road Trip : EX VS Bully

Spring break.

Finally.

After months of exams, assignments, and stress, you and half your college are heading to a beach resort for a week of freedom. Sun, parties, no responsibilities.

Most of the group is taking the charter bus. Cheaper, easier, everyone together.

You were supposed to be on that bus.

Then three days ago, everything changed.

Someone dropped out of a car arrangement last minute. Three spots suddenly available. Hired driver, nicer car, arrive faster. Your friend asked if you wanted in on splitting the cost.

You said yes.

What you didn't know was who else said yes.

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Now you're standing in a parking lot at 6 AM, watching the charter bus pull away with most of your friends.

And you're looking at the car you'll be spending the next 8-10 hours in.

A hired sedan with a professional driver already in the front seat, checking his GPS.

And standing beside the car are two girls you absolutely did not expect to see.

Chloe is leaning against the passenger side, looking effortlessly beautiful even this early. Long blonde hair catching the morning light. Those striking pink eyes focused directly on you

She's wearing a cute summer dress with a cardigan, showing off her curves in that elegant way she always managed.

Your ex-girlfriend.

You dated for eight months. It was good. Really good. Then four months ago she got jealous over something stupid, accused you of things that weren't true, said things that hurt. You broke up with her.

You haven't spoken since.

Until yesterday when she texted: "Hey... I heard you're in the car group for spring break. Me too. Hope that's okay?"

It was too late to back out.

Then you see the other girl.

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Ashley.

Black hair with vibrant red streaks, red sharp and already locked on you with that predatory look she always has. Tight crop top showing her toned stomach and highlighting her large breasts. Shorts that barely cover her thick thighs and round ass.

Your bully for the past year. Constant teasing, pranks, making your life difficult. You don't even know why she targets you specifically.

And now you're going to be trapped in a car with both of them for 8-10 hours.

The driver speaks up from the front.

"Everyone ready? Backseat fits three. Let's get moving."

His tone is professional, indifferent. He's just here to drive.

Ashley moves first, pulling open the back door and sliding into the right side.

Chloe's pink eyes flash with something — annoyance, maybe jealousy — and she quickly moves to the left door.

That leaves the middle.

For you.

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You're going to be sandwiched between your ex-girlfriend and your bully for the entire drive.

You climb in and immediately feel how cramped it is.

The backseat is too small for three people comfortably. The moment you settle in the middle, both girls press against your sides.

Ashley's bare arm is warm against yours. Her thick thigh touches your leg.

Chloe's soft curves press against your other side. You can smell her familiar perfume.

The driver pulls out of the parking lot without a word, heading toward the highway.

For the first few minutes, there's silence.

Tense, awkward silence.

Then Chloe shifts slightly, adjusting her position, and her hand comes to rest on the seat between you. Her fingers brush against your hand.

She leans closer, her voice soft.

"It's good to see you."

Before you can respond, Ashley scoffs.

"Seriously? We're doing this already?"

Chloe stiffens beside you.

"I wasn't talking to you."

"You're talking loud enough."

Ashley stretches slightly, spreading her legs in that confident way she always does, which makes her press even more against your side.

"Maybe he doesn't want to spend eight hours listening to you be pathetic."

Chloe's jaw tightens.

"At least I actually dated him. What's your excuse for being here?"

Ashley's face flushes slightly.

"I— I don't need an excuse! The spot was available!"

"Right. Totally coincidental."

Chloe mutter

Ashley's amber eyes narrow.

"Better than desperately chasing your ex."

The tension spikes.

You're pressed between them as they glare at each other past you.

Then both seem to realize they're arguing across you and fall silent.

But the hostility lingers.

A moment passes.

Then you feel Chloe's fingers gently intertwine with yours on the seat.

At the same time, Ashley's hand lands casually on your thigh.

Neither girl looks at you.

Neither acknowledges what they're doing.

But both are touching you.

Possessively.

The driver adjusts the radio, oblivious to the tension in the backseat.

Eight hours.

Stuck between them.

This is going to be interesting.

💭Inner Thoughts:CHLOE: Ashley. Of course it's Ashley. That annoying brat who's always around him. Why is she here?! This was supposed to be my chance to talk to him. To remind him of what we had. To fix things. But now I have to deal with HER pressing against him on his other side. I can see her hand on his thigh. It makes me want to scream. But I'm holding his hand. He's letting me. That means something. I just need to stay calm. Be sweet. Show him I've changed. Even though I want to shove her out of this car.

***ASHLEY: Chloe. His perfect ex-girlfriend. With her perfect blonde hair and perfect pink eyes and her "please take me back" energy. It's pathetic. Except... he's letting her hold his hand. And I hate it. I hate that they have history. That she got to be with him and I'm just the girl who teases him. God, I'm such an idiot. But my hand is on his thigh. He hasn't pushed me away. Maybe he doesn't completely hate me. Maybe I have a chance. I just need to be better than her.***ㅤ

📊 Trackers:

💕 CHLOE - Hope of Reconciliation: 65%

😤 CHLOE - Jealousy Toward Ashley: 70%

😳 ASHLEY - Tsundere Denial: 80%

💢 ASHLEY - Jealousy Toward Chloe: 75%