Body Language. Queen

Green With Envy.

Freddie's P.O.V.

The opened box of condoms was probably nothing...I mean, it's not like we were together or anything, it's not like he could cheat on me. If he was sleeping around...it's not cheating. I was just raging with jealousy if somebody else was getting to fuck him and I wasn't.

He wouldn't though? Seeing as though we're almost practically dating...I mean, that's still not together but it's still not a thing you do whilst dating, right? Even though we're not dating. Yet. Properly. Not yet dating and not properly...yet.

I heard his car door open and he got back in, I didn't flinch and still held the condom box in my hand, he'd not looked over at me yet, "One sausage sandwich..." he held it out to me.

I looked up at him and took my sandwich, deciding to make a joke out of the situation, I held the almost empty box up, shaking it, "You never told me you were into dogging, Brian." I smirked.

I watched his eyes widen and his smile fall when he saw what I was holding up.
"Freddie! Put them back, I don't go snooping around in your stuff." He tried to grab them from me.

"I don't keep condoms in my glove compartment, darling. I've nothing to hide." But I did as I was told and put them back.

He started to drive back to the studio but my curiosity just wouldn't leave me alone, "So who are you fucking?" I asked, cursing myself as I said that with far too much bitterness in my voice.

He hesitated, "Nobody as of right now." Did I detect an ounce of cockiness in his tone just then?

"Who were you fucking?" I stressed, I wanted to stop asking the questions and forget about it, but I knew my thoughts would plague my mind and make me feel angry towards him. Jealousy is disgusting.

He shrugged, "Charlie."

"And who else." I stated, rather than asked, staring out of the window, fully aware I was acting like a spoilt child.

"Does it matter?" He half smiled, trying to lighten the atmosphere that had suddenly turned sour.

No, not really.
"Yes."

He sighed heavily, shaking his head as we pulled up in the car park to the studio, we both got out of the car.

I tried to keep up with him as I hobbled on my crutches, "Why can't you tell me? What's the matter? Do I know them or something?" I asked as we paused outside whilst Brian unlocked the studio door, he glanced at me quickly and looked sheepish before pushing open the door and going in.

"I do know them?!" I asked, in shock and also betrayal. He'd fuck somebody I know and not tell me?

"I don't want to talk about it, Fred. Eat your sandwich." He placed it down on the table for me having carried it in.

I sat at the table, unwrapping my breakfast even though my appetite had suddenly vanished.

I watched him float about the room whilst I took a bite, I'd pissed him off and I already felt guilty. But in my head, maybe I was wrong for thinking like this but...he was sort of...already but not really mine now and I felt like I needed to know who he had fucked, because it had to have been after him and Charlie stopped seeing each other and that wasn't that long ago...who has he been seeing?!

"Please tell me..." I pleaded.

He shook his head.

"Why? I'm not going to be mad." Nope, just incredibly green with envy.

"I wouldn't count on that..." he mumbled, my hackles instantly rising at his remark.

"You haven't been fucking Charlie again, have you?" I asked.