Grease

Jealousy

Stephanie's POV

I was at Starbucks with Louis. We were sitting down at a table when Louis got up to go to the bathroom. I was on my phone texting Olivia, when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned around and my eyes met a pair of brown ones.

"Um, hi," I said slowly.

"Hello, beautiful. What's someone like you doing here sitting all alone?" He smirked.

"I'm actually here with my boyfriend, he should be coming back soon," I told him as I stood up.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Stephanie," I said coldly.

"I'm Jackson," he sheepishly smiled. Where the hell is Louis? "So, how about we get out of here and you ditch your 'boyfriend'," he said walking closer to me.

As if on cue, Louis walked up behind me and put his hands on my waist. He began to kiss my neck. "Hey, baby," he mumbled into my neck. I bit my lip. I nudged him lightly hoping he would stop.

"Alright, I'm gonna go, nice meeting you, Jackson," I rushed grabbed my coffee.

Louis grabbed my hand and we speed walked to the car.

"What the hell was that?" I laughed lightly.

"Nothing," he blushed.

"I know that wasn't just 'nothing'. Were you jealous?" I giggled.

"What? Me? Jealous?" He scoffed. "I was not jealous. That guy was just eyeing you like you were a piece of meat!"

"Aw, you were jealous!" I exclaimed. I put my hand on his knee. "You don't have to get jealous. I only love you," I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He kept his eyes on the road, but gave me a quick glance. "Don't act like you didn't love what I did to you," he smirked.

I kept quiet. I didn't exactly love that he was kissing me in front of someone I just met, but I didn't hate it either.

When we arrived at my house we went straight up to my room. He pushed me up against the wall and roughly slammed his lips onto mine.

"Mine," he growled.

"Your's," I responded.