Jealous—? No. Possessive—? No.

You didn’t count yourself as those things, nor did you plan to start now. But was it infuriating having to listen to the woman thirsting over your boyfriend?

Yes.

Who even invited her?!

“You’re his friend, right?” She asked, and before you could even correct her, she had cut in. “Help a girl out and set me up with him, yeah?”

A moment of silence passed. You had to remind yourself that this girl wasn’t really doing anything wrong— she didn’t even know he was taken, but It still didn’t stop the next petty words from leaving your mouth.

You hummed, eyeing her up and down. “You aren’t his type.” your sudden cold and harsh words had left her momentarily speechless.

You’d probably feel guilty later— your excuse? You had been a jealous girlfriend.