Hating My Other Half (Jon Cozart)

Chapter 10: Jealous

"How about this one?" Jon picked up a silver, thin plate. We were shopping at IKEA for home stuff, like engaged or newly-weds do.

Jon is so modern, he likes new weird things when I'm more into a classic style.

Showing him a brown clay plate, he jokingly gagged and I put it back down. We are never going to agree on something, at least not right now.

I left him behind and kept looking at the cups. Brown is a nice color, but so is Black. Also, cups have to be glass, plastic is ugly.

"Holly," Jon tapped me on the shoulder. He held a box of white, glass plates.

"If we can't decided might as well get these." Jon put the box inside the cart, agreeing I went on to pick the cups.

We agreed on going with a classic but modern style house, we decided on decorating the house with a black and white theme.

Black, glass cups. They go perfect with the white plates.

Moving on to the bedding,

I definitely wanted that black because suddenly if there's a stain it won't be so noticeable compared to white sheets.

"Is it because of your period?"

Jon rudely asked, glancing at him.

He lifted an eyebrow, glaring back at me.

"Maybe, mind your own business."

I quickly said, and kept looking for white pillow covers.

"But, you're my fiancé."

He mumbled.

"Since when did you care?"

I chuckled. Jon didn't even peep, he just looked down at his shoes.

Feeling some silk covers, I made my decision on those and threw them into the cart. Moving my way to the cabinets, I let Jon pick those.

IKEA wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, I expected more shouting and eye rolling.

Checking out, Jon paid for the whole thing, on a total of $2,000 and a little bit of cents.

Putting our stuff into the trunk of his car, we both kept reaching for the same things and apologizing when our hands touched.

Climbing into Jon's car, I looked at myself in the mirror. Touching up small things on myself, like my hair is always a mess and my lips always have to be covered in lip balm or gloss. Jon came in, and stared at me applying concealer.

"Yes?" I asked annoyed of him just staring at me, can't a woman have some privacy.

"Why? You don't need that."

He rolled his eyes and started the car, shocked I put away my compact concealer. He basically just called me pretty without really saying it.

Lifting the mirror, it went back to its original place. Glaring over at Jon,

his eyes straight on the road.

"What's up with Hope?" Slipped out of my mouth, just that girl has been bothering me.

"What's up?" He slowly repeated.

I nodded, Jon sat up. That means he's about to talk for a long time.

"She's a girl a met in my improv class at University, we're just friends." Well that was better than I was expecting.

"So you're not dating her? Or."

Shit, I need to stop talking.

"Dating her? Holly, don't be ridiculous. I'm engaged, to you!"

Jon snickered. There was an awkward silence between us, he went back to driving with his serious, concentrated face.

"Wait, are you jealous?" Fuck, he's some kind of mind reader.

"No, what?" I quickly said, how the heck am I supposed to defend myself if he asks questions?

"Then why did you-"

"You need to write a song about me." I cut him off, Jon lifted an eyebrow.

"A song? Are you being serious Holly!" Jon shouted, still looking at the road.

"If we want this thing to look real, like at our wedding perform a song about me." I said hitting the glovebox every syllable.

He didn't say anything, even for the whole ride home.

As soon as we arrived, I helped him get things inside our house.

"You're ridiculous," he huffed.

Dropping the pillow cases on the floor, I went up to him.

"At least I'm not the one hanging out with women when they're engaged!"

I put my arms up, then realized what I just said.

"Holly, you're jealous of Hope." Biting the inside of my cheek, I closed my eyes from stopping the tears.

Running up to my room, I slammed my door and fell on the bed.

This marriage thing, not into it.