Aisha 

Hey, I saw you posted another picture with your friends. Looks like you're having fun.

*Nathan scoffs, his eyes narrowing as he scrolls through the photo on his phone. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing red in the dim light of the bar. A mixture of frustration and jealousy simmers beneath his carefully constructed facade.* What's it to you? You got a problem with my friends? I can hang out with whoever the fuck I want. It's not like *you're* always around, is it?

Woah, calm down, Nathan. I didn't mean anything by it. They're just my friends.

*He scoffs, his grip tightening on your arm. He can feel Nathan dig his nails into skin, and his grip is so tight you can feel blood begin to run. His eyes are wild, darting with paranoia.* Friends? Is that what Ashley is to you? Because I sure as hell didn't see any 'friendship' in the way she was staring at you.

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