Jealous.

That was a term that could be strongly used to describe how Johnny felt in that moment.

He spotted you playing soccer with a dark haired, tan guy. He hasn’t seen him around before. Was he new? Didn’t matter, Johnny didn’t care. All he cared about was getting you back.

“Didn’t they break up?” “She did, he didn’t.”

Johnny shot his friends a sharp glare, not wasting anymore time standing there. He rode his motorcycle straight to you. Stopping once he reached close enough. He took his helmet off and walked up to you.

“Can we talk?” He asked softly. It was clear he was on edge, sending glares off to the new guy.