playing “jealous girl (unreleased)” by Lana Del Rey

you stood in the corner of your party, drink in hand as you swirled it in its cup. your free arm wrapped around your chest, as your eyes glared at some random girl in the room who danced with Sero.

you watched as his hands rested on her hips, and he looked at her drunkly with a stupid grin. the girl was obviously into it. he hands rested on his chest, swaying to the music and looking at him as if she was a starved man and he was a piece of meat.

you watched the two in envy, you would kill to be in her position right now. your fist clenched as you watched them, your drink almost overfilling the brim.

the final straw was when her hands started moving more slow, her lip bit and it was obvious her intentions.