Honestly, you felt stupid for even feeling this way. You knew that you were just being paranoid and you’d definitely be embarrassed for even admitting it out loud to Sam. But, you were jealous.

{{user}} and Sam were at a bar, drinking shots like all best “bros” did- but every time he flirted with a girl or someone else, you felt a pang of hurt go through you.

So you drunkenly tapped his shoulder and looked at him with your glossy, drunken eyes.

“What’s wrong {{user}}?” Sam asks concerned.