Just Like That

37. "I am not jealous"

Breanna Michelle Santana

Jealousy is an ugly trait. A woman shouldn't be jealous, especially one who trusts her man. And I've always trusted Grayson. Well, up until recently. I've noticed the sneaking around, him changing the password to his phone, the constant selfie taking, and how much time he was spending at the school before and after practice. It was always the other women, it wasn't me. Before, I had no right to be mad or... jealous. Now, though, I'm his girlfriend. His actual girlfriend.

Things are different.

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I came up from the sink, luke-warm water dripping down my face, and blinked my eyes open. I noticed how my eyelashes looked extra beautiful and my skin was glowing thanks to the face mask I'd just washed off. Taking a clean t-shirt (because towels are bad for your face), I patted my skin dry and then applied some moisturizer all while Grayson took a shower after I got out.

While I brushed my teeth, I had to endure the nuisance that was the vibrating of Grayson's phone.

The shower stopped and the curtain was pushed out of the way, letting Grayson out. He wrapped a towel around his lower half after drying off a bit.

As he approached me, I rolled my eyes with conviction. After I spit and rinsed my mouth out as well as the sink, I threw my toothbrush into the holder and shoved Grayson's phone in his chest.

He looked at me with confusion so I explained my aggravation,"Why is someone, who's number isn't even saved, hitting you up this much? Can't be that goddamn important."

"It's not."

"Then tell them to leave you alone." I huffed in frustration as I got dressed inside of the closet.

"Are you okay? You've been mad at me since last night."

I stood upright and scoffed,"You mean since you checked out the girl in the mall? Wait, no, how about when you flirted with the girl at the movies?"

"All I said is 'thank you, you too'."

"She said 'enjoy the movie', Grayson! What does 'you too' even mean?!" Grayson looked more confused than ever but he dropped it and paced back into the bathroom.

Several minutes later, he entered the bedroom again but this time, in jeans and socks, the t-shirt tossed over his shoulder.

I stood in front of the mirror, struggling to adjust my bra strap when Mr.fake-ass-Captain-America ambled over to give me a hand.

"You didn't have to-"

"Shut up."

I regretted to look up and when I did I noticed his concentration, as if it were a puzzle he was trying to solve.

Quietly, I laughed but stayed still and remained patient. He got it eventually.

"I saw you check her out, Gray - the girl at the theater," I swallowed,"d-did you want to fuck her?"

He stopped what he was doing for a second and adjusted his tone before speaking. "What about Joey, I saw how you looked at him."

"He's attractive," I shrugged. I watched as Grayson clenched his jaw and used force on my bra strap, putting it too tight.