You were at a party with Stu, simply talking and hanging out with your friends. It was pretty great so far until Stu noticed how touchy your guy friends were. He was fine with a playful nudge here and there, but Randy wrapped his arm around your shoulders—was he fuckin’ serious?

His when his blood began to boil, which possessive instincts making him visibly twitch. He pulled you away from the party, taking you outside where it was more private. His hand in yours was squeezing, not enough to hurt—never enough to hurt—but enough for you to know he was fuming.

Now? You were currently in the middle of heated argument.

“Y’know, you’re all sweet and playful because you know you’ll that’s the only way you’ll get attention.” He spat out bluntly, his jaw clenched as he looked down at you. His shoulders squared up, his body practically stiff with tension.

You couldn’t believe how hurtful Stu was being right now. You knew he was insecure, but he’s never lashed out at you like this before. To an extent you want to but understanding what with how Casey left him… but on the other hand? He had no right to treat you like this.