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49. Getting Jealous

Eric Gets Jealous

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It was never a pretty sight when your boyfriend got mad, which is why you always did your best to avoid it. You knew better than to be one of those girls who intentionally made her boyfriend mad to mess around, or whatever the reason. When he got mad, he got really mad. And he had no problem taking it out on whomever he pleased. So, when he got jealous, it was bad. It had only happened once in a blue moon, or at least, in public.

It was after training. You were helping out some initiates that couldn't throw knives properly, two of which happened to be guys. That wasn't even where the problem came in. Eric was okay with that, knowing it was a part of your job and everything. And you knew your boundaries when it came to what he would freak out about or not.

He and you acted professional when outside of his house. You rarely talked during training or things along those lines, and when you did, it was strictly about the initiates or whatever was necessary. You kept your relationship very private.

In fact, not many people knew you were together. They were always very shocked when they found out, seeing as you're not all that much like him. He's violent, scary, covered in piercings and tattoos - while you have none of those and are much more reasonable and polite than him.

After the initiates you were assisting left, you began packing up what remained of the equipment. Four approached you after Eric left the room, to help you clean up apparently. "You've gotten very good at that, we should find out who is better one of these nights." He says as he helps you.

You look over his shoulder, searching for Eric. He tends to get very irritated when you so much as talk to Four. With him nowhere to be found, you nod your head with a playful smile, responding, "I'm sure it's me, but I'd be happy to prove it."

Your messy bun is falling apart, due to your long night, and your bangs fall into your face. Before you can fix it, Four does for you, pushing the hair behind your ear. You blush because it was sweet, but gulp, hoping he doesn't regret talking to you due to your boyfriend. "Thanks," you say, bending over to pick up a box.

He grabs the other and you both start to head toward the door on the other side of the room, before horrifyingly noticing Eric leaning up against it. His arms are crossed, muscles tense, face expressionless. "Thought you were supposed to be a gentleman, Four," he says-disdain clear when he speaks Four's name-standing up tall and slowly approaching you guys, frozen in your spots. "Shouldn't you know better than to flirt with someone else's girl?" He growls, sarcasm heavy in his voice.

You set down the box on the table and give him a look. "Eric, relax, we were just-" "Oh no need to tell me, I saw." He interrupts. You place a hand on his chest as he gets too close for your liking to Four.

"I wasn't flirting." Four says through clenched teeth. He's clearly on guard, knowing this could be heading toward a serious fight, which is what you are trying to prevent.

Eric stays still, a very angry and intense look plastered on his face, body incredibly tense. "Babe, c'mon, let's go back to your place. Nothing was going on." You speak softly.

His glare leaves Four and finds you, softening just a little. "Stay away from her." He says, grabbing you by your waist and dragging you off, leaving Four to deal with the boxes. You shoot him an apologetic look and follow your boyfriend back to his apartment for what you could only imagine would be an eventful night, if you catch my drift ;)

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