Descendants 2: One shots

Not Jealous, Just not very trusting

I feel it comin
It's flushin my face
I feel it comin
Jealously baby

-Iggy Azalea, Jealously

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There was something she felt in her chest. It wasn't hatred but it wasn't something pleasant either. She doesn't really trust the girl batting her eyelashes at her boyfriend and giggling flirtatiously.

Mal stood up front the bleachers after watching her boyfriends and his Tourney team win. One of the cheerleaders had the nerve to go and flirt with Ben. At first it was just an innocent conversation maybe a little flirting. But Mal was use to it. When your dating the King and one of the hottest guys at Auradon there's always gonna be girls fawning over him.

But she crossed the line when the girl crossed a line stepping closer than Mal would have liked and placed her hand on Ben's bicep. Stroking his arm up and down while twirling her hair with the other one.

As much as Mal loved her golden haired king, sometimes he was just oblivious to whatever was happening. Right now for example.

The purpled haired girl had enough and marched down the Tourney field. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend from behind. Not because she was jealous. She just wanted to give her boyfriend a "you did great at the game" hug.

Ben turned around and smiled down at her "Hey there."

"Hi." Mal said pulling him closer, showing the cheerleader that Ben is hers. Only hers. There was an awkward silence between them but Ben broke it,

"Mal, this is Rachel. Rapunzel's daughter." He said pointing to the blonde girl who just recently flirted with her boyfriend. With a smile on her little perfect face.

There was something about the girl that she noticed. She wasn't mean or judgmental about Mal's past. But she wasn't the most friendliest person in the world. Somewhere in between. Mal wondered if her smile was even real or not.

Rachel had long honey blond hair that was in a high ponytail. Green eyes that you can get lost in. Her cheerleader uniform fits her curves perfectly. When she smiles it's like her teeth sparkle like the people in the movies. She was the definitions of perfect and Mal wouldn't blame Ben if he thought the same way.

"Hey Mal, nice to meet you." Even her voice was perfect.

"Same here." The purple haired girl smiled trying not to scowl at the cheerleader.

Ben unwrapped his arms from Mal, "We gotta go now, there's a pizza party." He bent down and kissed her cheek.

"Oh. Where is it at?"

"Sorry Mal." Rachel replied, "It's for tourney players and cheerleaders only. You know to, ummm..... save space."

"Yeah..." Ben said scratching the back of his neck. "See you later..."

"Ok." Then Mal watched the two walk away. She saw the blonde girl try to walk closer next to her boyfriend. She couldn't help but think how perfect the two looked together. The cheerleader and the Tourney player. The King and future queen. After all, the girl seemed more like a suitable queen that Mal thought she would ever be.