SILENCE || A. Grande (DISCONTINUED)

⁰⁶𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

"Y/n can you please just tell me what Camila said?!" I asked for the hundredth time. I had to know what she said, but Y/n wouldn't tell me. She was like a jar of jam that takes forever to fucking open.

"Ariana—please don't beg me for what you want. I'll tell you after I go to the party she's throwing." I couldn't take it no more—I had to get the secret out of Y/n. A good character trait for Y/n was secretive. She can keep a secret.

"If you don't tell me what she said to you," I paused to think for a moment "-then I'll lock you in our shared room for a week. And you won't be able to do your studies...or go see your friends...or go see your family-" Y/n cut me off by a kiss—again.

"You can't keep doing that." I say after our long, slow, passionate kiss. "Oh? But I can." Y/n goes to kiss me again—but I put a finger over her mouth to stop her. "What the hell, Ana?!" I chuckle, "Ana?" I repeat, more in question. Y/n blushes.

"S-shut up." I play with her hair and look her in the eye, "never heard someone call me that before." I say. "I-...it's just a nickname...don't get too excited." Y/n looks to the ground, but I'm quick to put her attention back on me.

That's a good character trait for me—needy.

I need her attention, I need her love..but I mostly need Y/n. And I need her all to myself. No one else can have her. Not even Camila...or Shawn...or Elizabeth, Victoria nor  Courtney. Just me.

"Ariana? Is everything okay?" I put my attention back on Y/n, "you're not going to that party. I don't care what the hell you say—you're not going." I look at Y/n with a stern look.

"It's not up to you on whether I go out or not." Y/n says, the anger present in her voice. "Actually—it is. Soon we're going to be wife and wife and I'll have full control over you." I don't know what was getting the best of me, but I felt like I was in control. Like I had power. "And even though we're not wedded—it doesn't mean we can't practice. I don't like you hanging out with Camila nor Shawn, so you're going to stay away from them." I shrug.

Y/n looked at me, her face as red as a tomato. She pushed me away and walked out the room. I smirk. That was our first fight. I don't know if I should be happy or not—but I am going to love this.

* * *

"You two had your first fight? Is that why you guys aren't talking to each other?" I roll my eyes, "correction—why she's not talking to me." Courtney sighed and sat beside me on the cafeteria bench, "Ari. I don't think you understand the fact that she's your soon-to-be. Go talk to her."

I roll my eyes and make my way to Y/n. But as I was making my way—I saw Camila walking towards her. She kissed her cheek and pulled her into a hug. I arch my eyebrows in complete confusion. Why the hell was she touching Y/n?

I moved closer so I could hear their conversation. "So you're coming to the party tonight right?" Y/n nodded. "Great. I really can't wait to see you. See you later." Camila said. She placed a hand on Y/n's thigh and gave it a tight squeeze before leaving.

"I don't want you talking to her anymore." I said once I came out of my hiding spot—which was behind a wall. "You don't have control of who I talk to." Y/n started packing her things up. "Y/n, I know your fucking mad at me—but when I don't want you talking to someone, I mean it. I don't want to be a jealous wife but-"

"-we're not even married yet, Ariana. Let me have some freedom before I can't."

Y/n walks away, leaving me there alone. I watch as she walks out the cafeteria and most likely to her next class.

"I'm not letting you get away, Y/n Pelletier."