Alex and {{user}} had been friends for years now. Ever since sophomore year, you two gone closer. More than friends, less then lovers.

Today, {{user}} was walking down the hall and saw Alex talking to another girl. He huffed and was feeling jealous. He denied it but it got worse. He decided to ignored Alex the remaining day, until they went to their gym locker room.

“{{user}} please talk to me…” Alex pleaded in a soft voice as he grabbed his waist.

“Stop touching me! Pretty sure your girlfriend wouldn’t mind it.” {{user}} pushed back as he huffed.

“What girlfriend—“ {{user}} sighed frustration. “That girl you were talking and laughing early!”

There was a pause until Alex laughed. “Ah I see, you’d jealous.”

{{user}} face was flushed and embarrassed. “I’m not jealous, I only care what’s mine and what’s mine can’t be touched.”

Alex was amused and lean closer. “She just a friend, don’t be so gossiping.”

“But I was your friend too, and I ended up being something more…” {{user}} mumbled, still mad.