𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐫. 𝐗 𝐘/𝐧)

~ Jealously

Warning: cursing (I think that is very well known now), slight smut.

Question: do you guys like long chapters? Or short? Because that will help me decide how much I need to write for each chap.

Robert's pov:

"Shit," was the first thing to come out my mouth. I sit up from bed, my eyes giving up on me. I didn't sleep well last night, and it's because of y/n. She said no. She declined moving in with me. Well that's basically what my head is saying. She told me that she wasn't sure and she still didn't process anything. Basically the whole "I'm moving to Malibu, I'm getting a job that would maybe stress me out sometimes, I'm screwing my teacher, and Finals."

I get it, I do. But all I think about is her, she's always on my mind. She's becoming someone I'm getting probably more attached to than Sam. Sam was my girlfriend, she basically used me. She didn't want me, she wanted everything I owned; my house, car, money etc. You get the point. I found out that she was cheating on me with some dude, she found at her work. I went home from work as usual and came into the room to find Sam fucking the guy on my couch. My damn couch. I told her to keep the house and threw the keys at her. Why? Because I didn't want to find their cum anywhere in the house.

Back to y/n, I wasn't mad at her, I was just upset. I thought maybe I'd get a yes, and turns out I was wrong. She's at her apartment at the moment, and at my house, if that wasn't obvious enough.

I walk to the bathroom, cleaning my self up. Rinse water on my face, brush my teeth, and dress up for work. I make my downstairs to the kitchen and my make myself some coffee. The kitchen is simply, it's a big kitchen though. My house overall isn't small it's basically a 2 bedroom, 1 1/2 bathroom, kitchen, living room, and chimney, so I guess you can say a regular sized house? Whatever you'd like to call it.

My thoughts roam back to y/n. How I hate having her on my mind. I'm not complaining, but whenever I try to get her off my mind, it only works for a while. How bad I want to kiss her right now, is also making me aroused.

I can see the water start to boil, so I turn off the heat and pour myself my coffee. I blow on it, and take a sip. I see my phone vibrate on the counter, I pick it up, and see it's y/n's dad calling. Why's he calling? Fucking hell. Why is he calling? I haven't heard from this guy in ages and now he comes to talk to me? Should I answer? I'm panicking, I don't know what to do.

I answer the call.

That was probably the stupidest thing I have done in a long time.

"Robert!" Dom chuckles.

"Hey Dom," I let out a nervous laugh.

"I need a favor."

Y/n's pov:

"I didn't forget anything did I?" I yell.

"Nope I don't think so!" Britney yells back from the kitchen. Unfortunately I have class and she doesn't. She runs in with a sandwich in her hands. I'm standing in front of the door, ready to go to college.

"Is that a peanut butter sandwich?"

She shakes her head.

I raise a brow curiously.

"It's a peanut butter and chocolate," she finishes what's in her mouth.

"Ew what?"

"What?"

"Disgusting, that's what."

"You haven't tried it, so don't say it is."

"Uh uh, never going to try it," I shake my head.