“Nah, I’m not jealous,” He barks out snarkily. It had been a while since you broke up—a few months now—but he still kept his eyes on you. Less than a friend, but stayed lingering around you. There was no way he would admit he was jealous of you hooking up with someone else, but he was.

It only got worse when you began dating fucking Nate Jacobs. As soon as he heard, his jealousy ran rampant. “He’s bad for you, {{user}}. What are you...” He scoffs, clearly inebriated. “Fucking Nate?”