Anger Issues

Devil

"Jane!" I hear my name being called in the parking lot. I turn around and see Rob walking toward me, his hands in his pockets.
I go over and hug him.
"How is your hangover?" I ask him teasingly.
"Terrible." He said squinting his eyes at the bright sun. I laugh at how funny he looks. He just grumbles as we walk to class.
I get glances from a lot of girls looking at Rob and I walking together. We always walk together though so the fact that people are actually paying attention is really weird. Rob doesn't even seem to notice the glances as we walk into our history class. He always gets so much attention from many girls I bet he's used to it by now.We take our seats as our instructor comes in.
Rob sits there with his head down along with a few other hungover people. Some people didn't even show up. Partying with class the next day isn't smart but I guess us college kids don't care.
I heard giggles behind me and I turned around to discover two girls eyeing Rob. They notice me looking at them and they snicker and start whispering to each other.
I turn back around. I hear one of the girls say "how did SHE pull Rob?"
I was about to turn back around and tell them to shut up but the instructor coughed loudly and looked at them. We are supposed to be reading. When the instructor looks away, I give them a dirty look and wake Rob up quietly.
"The girls behind us are obnoxious," I whisper looking back at the two girls who pretend to be absorbed in their book.
"Fuck it," Rob says stretching his arms up "they just are mad that I refused them last night."
He didn't bring up the fact that he kissed me so I just pretended to focus on reading.
As soon as class was over I go out to the parking lot and see Harry smoking a cigarette with one of his friends. Harry's grey eyes watched me. He put out the cigarette and started walking over to me. Great. 

"You told me you didn't fucking like him!" He growled with anger getting close to me.
"Who?" I say confused as to what he's talking about.
"That stupid fuck whatever his name is." he huffs, running his hands through his hair.
"Rob?" I ask.
"So what, you two are like dating now?" he questions, his eyes squinting at me trying to puzzle it all. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fuck it, let's go home." He says, snatching the keys out of my hand and hopping in the drivers seat. He always drives. He refuses to ever let me drive.
I sit in the passenger seat as he starts to drive away from our school.
"I'm not dating Rob nor do I want to Harry," I say quietly, "and if I did, what would it matter?"
His hand tightens on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. He's clenching his jaw and he is biting his lip as he hits the gas, going fast. He doesn't say anything.
We get to the house and he quickly jumps out of the car. I follow him up the stairs confused. His jaw is clenched and his fists are tight as he goes into his room.
"FUCK!" I hear him yell and I hear a loud bang. He must've hit the wall. I barge into his room and he looks at me with fire in his eyes.
"Get. Out." He says glaring at me. A fresh hole in the wall right next to him.
I leave. I'm not putting up with his confusing mood swings any more. And if this continues, he will no longer be welcome to live with me.