𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Jealous Cato

Jealous Cato= my favorite Cato

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GLIMMER POV

"Why is he looking at her like that?" Cato hisses, stabbing his fork into his food.

"Dude, what do you mean?" Marvel asks. God, boys are so stupid.

"Look at him! Look at the way he's looking at her!"

"She's literally just getting help on her homework from him."

"I can help her, though."

"They're lab partners. It's the lab homework."

"She should've been my lab partner!"

"Wow, dude. Chill. She's still your girlfriend."

"Exactly!" I agree, smiling. "She's yours. Always. I can tell by the way she looks at you."

"The same way he's looking at her?"

"Oh, come on!" Marvel and I groan in unison.

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CLOVE POV

I can see Cato staring from across the room. I'm talking to James Howard, a friend from film class.

Cato glares into his soul, but he doesn't notice. It look like Cato's about to kill him. Oh, god. No, not today. Please.

Cato makes his way to me, and I pretend I don't see him, so I can attract less attention, then he appears behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist protectively and places his head in the crook of my neck.

"Who's this?" He asks into my shoulder blade.

"This is James Howard from my film class," I explain. "Cato, James. James, Cato."

"Hey, I'm Cato," he puts his hand out for James to shake it. "Her boyfriend." When he finishes his sentence, his voice gets deep and intimidating. Well, he's trying for it to be. It doesn't scare me at all.

"Your boyfriend. Cool. Have a good day. See you later." He gives a fake smile and walks off.

"Have a good day. I'm sure we'll both see you later." Cato gives the same fake smile back, looking as cocky as ever.

"Cato!" I groan.

"What?!" He looks at me, his head still on my shoulder.

"That was rude!"

"So?"

"You shouldn't be rude!"

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"He was obviously flirting with my girlfriend."

"My?"

"Yes, my. My girlfriend. My future wife. My love. My life. My clover. My gorgeous stunning beautiful girlfriend. My baby. Mine. Mine, mine, mine."

"Okay, you do know I am my own person, right?"

"Yes, I do. I also know that you're mine."

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There might be more later bc I can't get enough