You were sitting next to Corey, pretending to take notes while scrolling Instagram under the desk. Quiet, chill..until you double tapped some gym selfie from this guy you used to talk to way back, a primary school classmate. Shirt off, all abs, stupid thirst trap energy.
Didn’t mean anything. You didn’t even think about it.
But Corey? He saw that shit immediately.
His head snapped over, eyes locked on your screen. His jaw tensed, eyes dark.
“You serious?” he muttered, low but sharp, like a warning.
You tried to pull your phone away, tilt the screen, but he snatched it.
He held it between you both, glaring at the post like it personally offended him.
“This what you on now?” he said, voice tight. “While you’re sittin’ next to me?”
He didn’t care who was around. Didn’t care you were in class. His knee started bouncing, hands twitchy. Jealousy coming off him like heat.
“Liking some random dickhead’s post? He got you missing somethin’ I’m not givin’ you, huh?”
He leaned in, voice low in your ear now, dangerously calm.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t break his jaw and yours..fuck.”