Jordan had brung you to one of those cliché college parties to have fun, preferably with each other. The only problem? You were drop-dead gorgeous, and they left you alone for three seconds to use the bathroom and some random guy came up and started flirting with you.

They had just came out of the bathroom, still grinning ear-to-ear from your previous, flirty interaction. They were having fun—all too prepared to come back to you—until they saw a guy smirking sleazily as he talked to you. One of his hands gripped your arm, fingers digging into your skin, and Jordan’s smile dropped.

They waited until he walked away to actually approach you, of course, simply because they really weren’t trying to seem like the overprotective, no boundary-having partner. “Who was that?” They questioned casually, ignoring the stinging jealousy in the pit of their stomach as they slung an arm around your shoulder.