What the fuck?

What the actual fuck?

Yeah, fine, of course, he had no right to be jealous. After all, you weren’t his. Not really. But after countless nights in his bed, him making you food in the morning and being actually… obsessed with you. You should be. In every single universe. God… you had such a hold on him, it actually drove him insane.

Nobody deserved to breathe the same air as you, not even himself sometimes. Though, he wanted to prove he could.

But how could he do that when you’re wearing another fucking man’s jewelry name on your back? And not just any. His best fucking friend. You got on his nerves a lot. But this… this..

Everyone was giving it looks and smirks. No that should be, Percy Jackson, not Jason Grace.

To make matters worse, Jason was smug about it. Percy could almost punch him for it.

“{{user}}.” He immediately said, coming out of the rink after a harsh game, not even thinking his win right now. “You’ve— you’ve done a lot of petty shit— but this? Are you kidding me.” He blew up.