𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

𝒗𝒊𝒊. jealousy, arizona, jealousy part ii

"Hawk, I need your help. I wanna flip the script."

Arizona was meticulously entering figures for Johnny's taxes, her fingers dancing over the keyboard with practiced efficiency. She prided herself on her accuracy, knowing how much it meant to Johnny to have everything in order. However, an unsettling feeling gnawed at her, pulling her focus away from the task at hand. She couldn't shake the sense that something was wrong.

With a sigh, she pushed herself up from the wheely chair, her thoughts consumed by a sudden worry for Miguel. She walked out of the office and down the hallway, her footsteps quickening as she approached the training area. The scene she encountered stopped her in her tracks.

Miguel was grinning at a girl she didn't recognize. Her heart sank as she saw the girl, with a quick, fluid motion, grab Miguel's hand, flip him over, and pin his head against the floor. "Tory. With a Y," the girl said confidently, introducing herself while keeping Miguel immobilized.

Arizona's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of jealousy and fear swirling within her. She knew her relationship with Miguel was just a pretense, a mutual agreement for appearances' sake, but seeing him with someone else—especially someone so assertive—was painful. Her breath caught in her throat as Hawk approached, noticing her distress.

"I'd watch your back, Ari. That girl is out for your man..." Hawk teased, his tone light but his words heavy with implication.

Arizona's anxiety skyrocketed. She turned on her heels and hurried back to the office, her mind racing. Once inside, she frantically searched through her backpack, her hands trembling.

She found her bottle of Xanax, her lifeline in moments like these. Her fingers fumbled with the cap, but she managed to open it and quickly took two pills, swallowing them without water. She closed the cap and shoved the bottle back into her bag, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Sitting back down, Arizona felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She closed her eyes, leaning back in the chair, and focused on her breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Her heart rate was still high, but she hoped the medication would kick in soon, calming her nerves.

The scene she had witnessed replayed in her mind—Miguel's smile, Tory's confident stance, Hawk's teasing words. Each thought fueled her anxiety, making it hard to concentrate. She felt a lump forming in her throat, a mixture of sadness and frustration. The logical part of her mind knew that her relationship with Miguel was supposed to be simple, uncomplicated. But her emotions told a different story.

Arizona opened her eyes and stared at the spreadsheet on her laptop, the numbers blurring together. She needed to ground herself, to focus on something tangible. She forced herself to breathe deeply and evenly, counting each breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart. She couldn't afford to break down now, not when there was so much at stake.