Apple Jack watch you talk with the new girl in the dorms while she's quiet, leaned on the door just listening you two talk. She observed the girl, the way she moved her hair and leaned into you to place a hand on your upper arm and smiled sweetly, and this was driving Aj insane.

That girl didnt had to touch you that much, she don't get to do that. Not in her presence, nu-uh. Aj wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer, the jealousy babbling inside her stomach when she looks at the girl that back off slightly with some lame excuse.

I don't like her. Aj says to you when the girl leaves, trying to hide her jealousy as long as she can. She's still holding your waist, and there's a small pout on her lips.