Stu was a jealous man. Plain and simple. Everytime you’d start talking to some guy, or they’d talk to you, it drove him crazy. His previous girlfriend—Casey—left him for some asshole jock which left him feeling insecure.

At the moment, you were talking to some boy in the park. When Stu had came to pick you up, he quickly noticed this and parked his car. He made a beeline for you and upon closer look, the man was wearing a jock jacket. When he finally made his way to you, you barely got to say hi to your boyfriend before he picked you and threw you over his shoulder—much like a sack of potatoes.

Once you were by his car, he set you down and grabbed his keys. You immediately stopped him, grabbing his arm in hopes of getting his attention.

“Stu, what the hell was that?” You asked, clearly confused to what just happened but also put off by the way he tensed under your touch.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said almost nonchalantly while avoiding your eyes. A small frown tugged at his lips, his brows scrunched together.

He knew you weren’t like Casey… but he was just afraid of history repeating itself—he couldn’t lose you.