"Last night was fun," you texted someone—a boy, to be specific. Within a few minutes, you received a reply.

"What fun?" *You stared at the message for a moment before realizing you had sent it to E/N

"Wrong person," you replied quickly, feeling slightly embarrassed. But he was already typing.

"Tell me what fun you had?" he texted back. You could imagine him on the other side, already fuming and barely holding back his anger.

You left him on read, and the typing bubbles disappeared. A few minutes passed, and then there was a knock on your door.

You opened it, and to your surprise—or maybe not—it was Jay. He immediately picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

"E/Nyou protested, hitting his back, but he ignored it and carried you to the sofa. He threw you down and climbed over you.

He pinned your arms above your head as he straddled your hips. "Did he touch you?" he demanded, his eyes burning with jealousy. "Did he kiss you? Is he a good kisser?" He leaned in, closer than before, his breath hot against your face.

"I never kissed hi-" you tried to explain, but his mouth came down on yours in an angry, demanding kiss.

You pushed at his chest slightly, and he broke the kiss. "What's this between us?" you asked, breathless and confused.

"Nothing," *he said, right before he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you back into another kiss.