But Sean, baby... (JSE imagines)

6: Jealous

You and Sean always went out at least once on the weekends, and you loved it. You loved him so much that nothing could separate, and you were just about to find out how much Sean did. You were at your favorite restaurant, for your birthday. You two sat in a booth and talked about things. Then, Sean goes to the bathroom and you're left alone. 

About thirty seconds pass until someone sits down where Sean was,"Hey, (Y/N)..."

It's this one guy from high school that you barely remember, but now, all the memories are flooding back. He was the jock back then, like classic jock. You try to act pleasant and smile back,"Hi."

"You look lonely over here,"he winks, and that's when you start to feel uncomfortable.

Sean, help...

"No, I'm fine, I'm just waiting for my boyf-"

"Now, let's just forget about him for a minute, will you?"he smirks, and you shift in the booth.

He leans forwards,"You look good, (Y/N), since high school. You're worthy to be a model."

"Look,"you groan,"I'm not interested. Scram."

He reaches across the table and grabs your wrist. Before you can react, his hand is slapped away,"Let go of her."

You look over to see Sean, standing at the table, giving the guy the death stare. 

He chuckles,"Oh, sorry man, just catching up on some things with (Y/N). We went to high school together."

"Don't play stupid, okay? I know what you're doing. She's mine, not yours,"Sean growls.

The guy laughs again,"Am I supposed to take you seriously? Look buddy, I know how to beat your ass, so just relax."

"Well, then I hope you know how to remove my foot from your ass,"Sean leans towards him, and he looks a bit intimidated.

"Okay, okay,"he gets up and backs away, putting his hands up in defense.

Sean sits down across from you, anger in his eyes,"I'm never letting anyone else touch you like that ever again. No one touches my girl."

You blush in your seat, feeling your face heat up. You reach across the table, grabbing his hand and he looks up.

His blue eyes lock on yours, softening. You smile at him,"Babe, I love you, you know that, right?"

"I love you more,"he argues, his angered expression melting away.

After dinner, as you walk out, you catch the same guy, checking you out and giving you a flirty look. Before you can make a response to it, Sean's lips make contact with yours. You kiss back with force. 

As you walk out the door, you turn back to him,"I belong to him."

And of course, he belongs to you, too.