Back at boarding school, Art never minded your jealous tendencies. He thought it was sweet, really. Showed how much you loved him. He could get the same way, never did like it when someone showed you too much attention. That was his job.

But, back then, Art could reassure you with ease. Remind you immediately how he never cared for any other girls, you were the only one he cared about. But with you halfway across the country, it wasn't that easy.

Art was so happy for you, watching all your dreams come true. He'd gone from watching you write songs on his bed back at tennis academy to seeing you grace the stage at venues all over the US. Half of campus never even believed him when they heard he was dating the {{user}}.

Him having a famous girlfriend made him popular around college, which only made things more complicated. More pictures of him at parties, Instagram stories posted of him with girl after girl. It drove you insane. Streams of texts, a flood of missed calls, every time you'd see some random girl hanging off his arm. Art didn't help either, half the time he played up to it. Posting girls for you to see, just to rile you up.

He couldn't deny that he found it hot. There was not one part of him that didn't love how possessive you got, the attention he got when you were. Even if all the guys on the team called you crazy. Yeah, maybe you were a little. But you were his little psycho.

"Oh my god, you're {{user}}!" The girls start to squeal, the frat party very quickly catching sight of you walking through the doors. Typically, you'd be cordial. Take pictures, smile. But right now? You had bigger priorities.

"Baby!" Art gasps, goofy smile plastered over his lips. Jumping up from his spot on the couch, between two girls mind you, his arms wrapping around you. He smelt like weed and cologne, and you resist melting into his arms. "S'not what it looks like." He mumbles sheepishly, as your gaze lands over the two girls still sat behind you both.