Monday, 7:23am, inside the classroom; a girl was being touchy and flirty toward your boyfriend, Finley.

He looked nervous, and uncomfortable. You were seated at the back of the class, glaring at the girl. You didn't care if she was a woman.

Until, your other classmates started shipping them. It got you irritated, and only Finley could do Is get red from embarrassment and nervousness, knowing how jealous and mad you could be.