Jealousy was a bitter bite.

A girl named Diamond Derby had been getting a little too close to Party Poison for your comfort. She was pretty, courageous... and just a little too cocky for her own good. You were bitter, cold and reckless like a baby snake who couldn't control their venom. But what did you care? Supposedly, you and Party only bordered on friends. More at each other's throats than at each other's side.

You would notice how she would lean against him or touch his arm. The grimace on his face at these actions from her didn't escape you either. That bitch could eat her heart out, for all you cared. Love bites, but so did you.

You decided to make a show of making eye contact with Diamond at the bonfire, cocking your gun and shattering six glass bottles off the old mailbox in a row. You never even looked at the direction of the mailbox, either. Fun Ghoul swore to himself that he saw Party blush when you turned your head away, spinning the barrel before setting it back in your holster.

Diamond bit her lip, almost nervous. She knew she was pushing limits, and you were a loose cannon bound to pop off eventually.

Party wasn't in love with her, to make things clear. He was just too sweet to push her away when she gave him the attention he desired.