Part 1The Queen of Tea

I finally met my boyfriend's notorious "female bro" at a party.

She operates under the guise of "just one of the guys," flirting shamelessly with other girls' boyfriends and wrecking relationships left and right.

Her victims came to me crying: "We can't take it anymore! Please, go teach that 'Pick Me' girl a lesson!"

They came to the right person. I'm famous for being a "Green Tea Bitch"—sweet on the outside, scheming on the inside.

She wants to fight me? Bring it on.

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After dating Luke for almost six months, I finally agreed to meet his friends.

He wanted to introduce me the first week we started dating, but I was still recovering from a savage tan I got during freshman orientation. A girl needs her recovery period.

I’d heard about a celebrity in his circle—Riley.

Almost every breakup in the group could be traced back to her.

The ex-girlfriends even formed a group chat called "The Avengers," and I was the first recruit. After all, I had a reputation on campus as a master manipulator, a classic "Green Tea."

I wasn't about to let the sisters down.

I put on my signature "pure lust" makeup and slipped into my battle dress.

"Babe, you look gorgeous. They're going to be so jealous of me," Luke said, leaning in for a kiss.

I dodged dramatically. "Babe, careful! You almost ruined my makeup."

Luke immediately pretended to slap himself. "My bad, my bad."

Hand in hand, Luke and I walked into the restaurant.

I spotted his bros immediately.

Sitting right in the middle, sticking out like a sore thumb, was a girl.

That must be Riley.

She saw us holding hands and her face dropped instantly.

"Luke, you know the rule. Bros only. No girlfriends allowed."

"Babe~ Why is she looking at me like that? If I knew she didn't like me, I wouldn't have come."

Luke rolled his eyes at her and pulled me closer.

He introduced me to his friends loud and proud. "This is my girlfriend, Chloe."

His friends started cheering.

"Damn, you scored a baddie! If I were you, I'd show her off every day."

"Luke, why do you torture me like this? It hurts more than death."

Hearing everyone praise me, Riley felt left out and started seeking attention.

"Luke, that's not cool. This was supposed to be a boys' night. Bringing a girl is such a buzzkill." She looked me up and down.

That look was as gross as a creepy old man checking out a woman.

I rolled my eyes internally.

Heh, acting like she isn't a girl herself.

Luke hugged me tighter. "I organized this dinner. What's wrong with bringing my girlfriend to meet you guys?"

Sensing the tension, I tried to smooth things over, but Luke signaled me to ignore her.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

Sorry, sis, my boyfriend loves me too much. Can't help it.

"Alright, alright, old rules. New friend means we take a group photo." Luke's friends were enthusiastic, pushing me to the center.

Riley wasn't having it. She walked over and shoved me aside.

She huffed, "You guys see a pretty girl and lose your minds. I always stand in the middle! You bunch of simps."

The guys looked awkward, scratching their heads, and moved her to the center.

"Since when is that a rule? I didn't know that," Luke muttered.

I sneered internally. Of course, the "Pick Me" girl wants to be the center of attention.

When we took the photo, Riley reached out to put her arm around my boyfriend's waist.

I saw it coming and swapped places with him.

"Sis, only I get to touch my boyfriend's waist. If you want to touch someone, touch your other bros."

Riley laughed awkwardly. "Little sister, you're overthinking it. Luke and I are bros. Now that he has a girlfriend, he can't even get a bro hug?"

She looked at Luke expectantly, waiting for him to choose.

Are you kidding me, lady? That's my boyfriend!

Two can play at this game. I turned and buried my face in Luke's chest.

"Babe, she really seems to hate me. Doesn't she know girls get possessive when they're in love? Boohoo."

Luke took the hint perfectly.

He frowned at Riley immediately. "Stop having such an attitude with my girlfriend."

Riley didn't dare get angry if she wanted to keep her "cool girl" persona.

She had to swallow her rage.

Little girl, trying to fight me? Your level is too low.

We sat down to eat. As soon as I sat, Riley told me to get up.

"That's my seat."

I looked aggrieved—fake, of course.

Luke pushed me back down just as I was about to stand. "Why are you listening to her? She's spoiled. My girlfriend sits here."

Riley's face turned green, but she slunk away to sit on the other side of my boyfriend.

Now the seating was: Me, Luke, Riley.

Luke put food on my plate. Riley put food on Luke's plate.

"Luke, eat more. You've been sluggish on the court lately."

Unexpectedly, my straight-guy boyfriend looked disgusted. "Don't put food on my plate! Your chopsticks have your saliva on them, how am I supposed to eat that?"

I cracked up. Seeing Riley clench her fists, I quickly tried to diffuse the situation—sarcastically.

"Babe, be nicer. Sister is so thoughtful, giving you food. Unlike me, I only know how to eat..."

See, "Bro" Sister? I treat you well.

Riley was speechless. Probably the first time she met a worthy opponent, she panicked.

I didn't expect Luke to defend me so hard. Looks like it's not just Riley's problem; it depends on the man's attitude too.

Luke's stomach had been acting up, so I didn't want him drinking. Riley insisted he drink.

"Seriously, Luke, what's wrong with you? We used to drink every day. Or is it... your girl won't let you?" Riley gave me a meaningful look.

She meant I was controlling him. Fine, I'll drink with her.

As I stood up, I noticed a shadow cross her eyes.

"How much can a girl like you drink?" Her tone was dismissive.

I held up one finger.

She laughed. "Just one glass?"

Me: "Until one of us drops."