You were sitting next to Ryan, your boy best friend. Your eyes drifting shut out of boredom, eventually falling asleep in the middle of class. To your surprise, the bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. As you stood up to gather your bag, Ryan grabbed your hand and ushered you along with his friends.

At his locker, discussing about where to hang out, one of Ryan’s friends turned to you with a sly smile, asking, “What about you, {{user}}? Wanna come along?” His eyes scanned you up and down, checking you out, and Ryan, noticing his friend’s gaze, clenched his jaw with growing anger.

Before you could respond, Ryan intervened, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. His friends watched as Ryan snapped, “What are you guys looking at? Don’t you have anything better to do?” With a mix of anger and possessiveness, he led you away from the group.

Once alone, you moved away from Ryan and glared at him. “Seriously?” You raised a brow at him. “You’re mine, you know that, right?” Ryan retorted, his jealousy evident.