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Jealousy

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"Hey, Ron.", you walk up to your best friend who is sitting on the side of the street playing with his knife.

Ron turns to you an laughs, "Why are you so happy?"

You smile immensely, "Rick is finally letting me go on a run." Ron rolls his eyes and looks back to you with a 'you're not fooling me' expression. "Fine, I found a way to sneak on the RV with out anyone noticing.", you give in. Sitting next to Ron, you start to play with your knife as well. Ron laughs then throws his knife in the air and catches it. You do the same with your knife and turn to him and smile, "What?"

"Why do you want to go on runs so bad?", Ron asks twirling his knife with his hand and the ground.

Your smile fades and you hold your knife within your hands, "I don't think anyone here respects me. At least not any of the adults. They seem to look at me like I can't handle myself, like I need to be protected." You close one eye and line up your knife with the fence that surrounds Ron's yard, "I want to prove to them I can do what they do." Slightly bringing back your knife, you extend your arm and release the knife into the air sending it flying straight through the wooden fence.

Ron looks to the knife and back at you, "Well I'm impressed. I surely couldn't do that, Y/N." You look to the ground and rip out the grass one by one. "Some one else seems impressed, too.", you look to Ron who is looking passed you. Following his gaze, you are met with a pair of glistening blue eyes a few yards away. The bright pair of eyes, you knew, belonged to Carl. He had been your crush for a long time, since him and his group invaded your home in Alexandria.

You couldn't stop staring at his perfect figure and Ron soon noticed. "Y/N, quit staring.", Ron whispers. You shake your head then look at the grass hoping to Dear God, Carl didn't notice.

You look to Ron who was looking at Carl again. "Is he still looking?", you ask him. Ron looks to you and you swear you saw a light bulb turn on over his head. He put his hand on your knee and started to rub it. You look to his hand then back at him in confusion, "What the hell are you doing?"

Rons hand moved from your knew to your hand then up your arm slightly. "Ron, what are you doing?", you ask again. He closes his eyes and slowly starts to lean in. You freeze in fear for a second then start to lean back out of his way when you get your courage back. You push him from you and start crawling backwards a few feet. Once you got far enough away, you stood up and looked at him like he was an idiot.

Ron followed you up and walked up to you and grabbed your shoulders lightly then crashed his lips against yours. You put your arms in between the two of you and tried to push but the boy was stronger. You pull back and managed to get out, "Ron, stop!", before he reconnected your lips to his.

Then you felt the boy ripped off of you which caused you to fall onto the hard ground. When you look to see who pushed Ron away, all you saw was two boys fighting. It surprised you to see who was your rescuer, Carl.

With you arms behind you slightly propping you form the ground, you watch as the two boys fight in front of you. Carl punched Ron in the cheek which caused him to fall on the ground as well. Carl hovered over top of Ron then started punching him harder and harder with every hit in the face. Reality immediately struck you and you got up and tried to pry Carl off of Ron, "Carl!" But he was stronger than you and just kept punching, putting every ounce of rage into his fists. "Carl, please!", and with the 'please' Carl stopped. He looked at the almost unconscious Ron then stood up.

You rush to Rons side and rub his cheek looking at the bruised and bleeding boy with concern. You look to Carl with the same look and he doesn't keep his sight off Ron. "What the hell did you do that for?", you manage to say.

Carl looked to you with anger, "Me? I was trying to save you. What the hell are you doing with this prick?" He gestures to the morning boy on the ground.

You stand up and walk over Rons body to stand in front of Carl and look up at him seeing as though he is taller. "You didn't have to hurt him like that!", you gesture to Ron this time.

Carl roles his eyes and turns around to walk away, "Whatever."

You felt hurt that he walked away so you walked to him and turned him around with his arm. "Carl!"

He turns around looking over your shoulder at Ron, "What?" He says it with a sharp hatred in his voice.

"Why did you save me?", he looks to you with confusion. He doesn't answer you which causes you to role your eyes and look at the ground then back t the boy, "Would you at least help me take him back to his house?"

Carl looks over your shoulder at the boy who was now coughing then back at you and your pleading expression. He roles his eyes, giving in then walks over to Ron and picks up his arms and starts dragging him towards his house. You hastily run up to pick up Rons feet and carry him as well.

You all reach his house and Carl slams the door open, yanks Ron from your arms then throws him on his living room couch. You stand in the door way watching his rage. He passes you and knocks into your shoulder along the way. You turn around to him and walk out, "Whats your problem?"

Carl stops in his tracks and pauses for a moment. "Carl?", you ask still waiting for your answer. He turns around and walks up to you, grabbing your face and kissing you. It hit you by surprise but after you comprehended what just happened you started to kiss back. His arms move to your waist and yours move to his elbows. He roughly pushes you against the side of the house but not enough to hurt you. You move your hands up to his hair and been to tug and play with the greasy mess. He pushes his hips against yours and kiss you harder.

It lasted for about 10 seconds before he slowly pulled apart still with his eyes closed. Your eyes shot open when he began to pull away and you watched him patiently waiting for his beautiful blue pearls to be revealed. His eyelids slowly opened and he looked into your eyes. "You're a damn good kisser."

A smile couldn't help but creep onto your face, revealing your teeth. He smiled slightly before laughing then he gets off of you and walks off the porch leaving you in awe and your heart beating out of its chest. You walked a few steps forward watching Carl walk away when you are snapped out of your thoughts and emotions when a knock was heard beside you. You jumped slightly at the sudden sound and looked to the window which had a smiling Ron just behind it. He now had an ice pack against the side of his forehead and he put his hand up with his thumb out giving a "good job" gesture.

You smiled and grabbed your mouth trying to hide a laugh that was trying to escape your mouth. "You idiot", you say muffled under your hand only loud enough for you to hear, though.

You walk inside and tend to Rons wounds as you scold him for being so stupid and sweet.