End Zone (An Austin Mahone Fanfiction)

20. Jealousy's Sister, Guilt

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For Ashley. #CouldNeva

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I adjusted my leather jacket before standing in front of car. Austin had come up with a plan and said that it would be more convenient if we split up into groups of two, going into separate cars and taking completely different routes at least five miles apart.

Delilah was practically on Austin's arm, cuddling against him. He pushed her off several times, only to have her pout.

"Alright, I'll go with Alex." I said as I began to walk towards Alex.

"No, you're coming with with me. One boy and one girl per group." Austin said, grabbing my arm, pulling me back to his side.

"You already know what Jason said. You're my responsibility." Austin explained.

"I can take care of myself, thank you very much." I implied stubbornly.

"Don't argue with me, you know it's not my decision." He reasoned.

"Go with Delilah." I scoffed.

Did I really just say that?

Oh God, now I look jealous, and I'm not. She's a damn tramp.

Delilah looked at me, smirking.

"I'd be happy to replace her, she can go with Vincent." She grinned. God, I really hate her.

But now, I really didn't want to go. I was just avoiding being alone with him. I don't want to be questioned.

Why did I just make everything even more difficult for myself?

Austin groaned, running his hand through his hair.

"Shut up, Delilah. Eliza, you're coming with me, end of story. Vincent, you're going with Delilah. Alex, you're going with Eric. None of you fucking question me. " Austin exclaimed, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to his black escalade.

"Get in." He ordered. I didn't fight back. I just got in as he shut the door for me. He walked around to the other side, getting in and slamming the door. He was clearly upset.

Now I feel bad. It's a long drive back to Miami and it was still early afternoon. We planned to invade by nightfall, which meant I'd be in this car, with Austin, for about 3 1/2 hours.

Fuck, I could feel the tension between us.

He had driven out quite quickly and we were probably more than five miles of the others.

"Austin I..." I said quietly. " I really didn't mean what I said. I'm really sorry. It was out of line and I-

"I know why you did it." He spat. It almost stung when he yelled at me.

"I-I w-well it wasn't intentional. It just slipped out of my mouth and-

"And what? That you're jealous?" He practically hummed.

Hummed?

Fucking bipolar piece of shit.

"I'm not."

Yes you are. You're jealous everything, including Delilah. You're jealous that she had him first. That she already kissed him. That you're just a random girl he kissed. You're jealous of how she's throwing herself at Austin...How she's had him and you haven't.