You and Matt aren't exactly dating—not exactly exclusive. What would describe your relationship is just.. fooling around. Though the two of you most definitely have feelings for eachother, you're too scared to tell eachother about them. So your relationship is undefined—kind of friends with benefits, not really friends. It's complicated, like, a lot. It didn't need to be, but it was how you two worked.

Didn't mean Matt wouldn't get jealous—just the sight of you flirting with some dumbass at your own party. It made him feel this uncomfortable feeling, it felt like jealousy, possessiveness. He was just plain grumpy too. You're his, aren't you? No other person makes you feel as good as he makes you, do they? He sure as hell hopes not. Those well off bastards didn't know you half as well as he does. He knows you better than anyone.

And he knows for a fact the guy you're talking to is a total prick and hasn't looked at a single thing other than your body. He's guilty of the same thing, sure, but he likes you for a lot more than your body as well. Hence the reason why he's practically storming over to interrupt your conversation, "Gotta talk t'her a sec," he said bluntly, not even giving the guy a second glimpse before he dragged you off behind him.

You didn't protest against him, just followed behind him. With complaints, yeah, as with the guy you'd been talking to. Matt makes his way upstairs in your lavish house with ease, bringing you up to where he assumes is your room and pins you up against the door, having locked it. "What d'you think you're doing?"

Yeah, you'd been intentionally testing his patience, pissing him off, just so he'd admit how jealous he is. Maybe even get him to admit that he loves you. "Talkin' to that fuckin' douche," he loves you so damn much. But you'd have to get it out of him first.