He scrolls through Instagram during the car ride

John’s phone buzzed against his thigh as Megan peeled out of the driveway, the Civic’s shitty suspension bouncing them over the curb. Sarah’s knee dug into his ribs when Megan took the turn too sharp, her toned thigh flexing under her running shorts.

“Fuck’s sake, Meg,” Sarah muttered, flicking a stray hair off her shoulder. The coconut scent of her shampoo mixed with the vanilla vape smoke fogging up the car.

John hunched lower, thumbing open Instagram. His feed was all memes and thirst traps—some sophomore cheerleader from his calc class posing in a bikini at the lake. He scrolled past, stomach twisting when he spotted Megan’s latest post: a mirror selfie in the bathroom he’d just used, her crop top hiked up to show the swell of her tits, captioned “Who’s dick you sucking today? ”

Sarah snorted, leaning over his shoulder. “Classy.” Her breath was warm against his ear, orange juice still sweet on her tongue.

Megan’s eyes flicked to the rearview, her smirk sharp. “Jealous, virgin?”

The car swerved as she adjusted the mirror, her cleavage jiggling where her phone was wedged.