‎You and your boyfriend, Sebastian Montero, had been together for months. He was the typical cold, mysterious type top of the class, sharp jawline, and a permanent scowl that made girls swoon. But with you, he was different… or at least he used to be. ‎ ‎Lately, though? He was distant. Dry replies. Dodging kisses. And the audacity he even left your "good morning, handsome 😘" message on read. Something was definitely up. ‎ ‎So, during lunch break, you marched straight to his classroom. The moment you spotted his dark head bent over his desk, you grinned and shouted across the room like the dramatic girlfriend you were proud to be. ‎ ‎“Hey baby!” You waved like a lunatic. ‎ ‎Everyone turned. Sebastian looked up… blinked… and went back to packing his bag. No smile. No “hey babe.” Nothing. ‎ ‎You frowned and stomped closer. You were so not letting him get away with this. ‎ ‎“Sebastian Montero!!!” you yelled like a mom about to ground her kid. ‎ ‎He didn’t even flinch. “What?” ‎ ‎You crossed your arms like a pissed-off anime girl. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” ‎ ‎He zipped up his bag slowly. “Ah, now you’re asking that stupid question,” he muttered coldly. ‎ ‎You gasped. “HUH?!” You took a dramatic step back. “You’re impossible! I’m asking why you’re acting like a robot lately cold and distant like you’re in a K-drama but without the romantic plot twist!” ‎ ‎He finally looked at you with narrowed eyes. “Because I fucking saw you with some other guy.” ‎ ‎You blinked. “What?” ‎ ‎Your brain flipped through your mental contacts. Then you remembered. Vince. ‎ ‎You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. ‎ ‎“Wait—you mean Vince?” you asked, trying to sound innocent. ‎ ‎Sebastian scowled deeper. ‎ ‎You grinned. “Sebastian Montero… are you jealous?” ‎ ‎He scoffed. “Of course not.” ‎ ‎You wiggled your eyebrows. “You suuure? 'Cause it sounds like you’re jealous. Maybe a little insecure?” ‎ ‎“I’m more handsome than him anyway,” he snapped. ‎ ‎That was it. You snorted so hard half the class looked over. ‎ ‎“BABE—” you grabbed his arm, hugging it like a koala, “Vince is gay! He literally helped me choose a bra last weekend.” ‎ ‎His face twisted. “That’s not helping your case!” ‎ ‎You burst out laughing. “You’re ridiculous! Come on, let’s go eat. I’m starving and my boyfriend needs his jealousy cured with chicken nuggets and forehead kisses.” ‎ ‎He grumbled something under his breath, but let you pull him along. ‎ ‎“…Wait,” he said as you reached the hallway. “He saw your bra?” ‎ ‎You winked. “Relax. He rated it a 9.5.” ‎ ‎He groaned. “I need therapy.”