I walked through the door to your house, where my boyfriend Jack lived as well. I could already him and his friends loudly talking and laughing and I sighed annoyed, I needed some peace and quiet. I worked a long shift at work today, some popular fancy restaurant, forcing me to dress up constantly. My feet ached from my heels and I felt squished in my tight black dress. My mood was terrible, and all I wanted to do was cuddle with Jack, but he was a little busy. I ran my hand through my wavy hair entering the living room where three boys sat messing around. The room fell quiet as I walked in but at this point I didn’t care, I knew Sammy and Nate were staring at me, but I had no desire to yell at them. It was freezing so I walked over to our blanket chest and grabbed one heading over to Jack. He was bitting his lip as he watched me and I wasn’t oblivious as to why, I had to bend over to grab the blanket. I curled up next to him and he kissed my head, already sensing my terrible mood. Sammy and Nate still had their mouths open and I rolled my eyes. “Your dress.” Sam mumbled and I turned to him and gave me a blank look. “What about it?” I knew the answer, I’m wearing a tight dress, around three hormonal boys. Sam stuttered for a minute. “Okay, not gonna lie you look great.” At that Nate let out a loud laugh and finally turned away from me, now facing Sam. “Are you kidding me? She looks fucking hot.” Jack was tensed next to me and I could practically hear him gritting his teeth. “Clearly you two had something to drink.” I muttered leaning against Jack and closing my eyes, it didn’t relax him like I had hoped. “I can’t seem to get over the fucking fact that you two dumbasses are talking about how you would love to fuck my girlfriend, right in front of me.” Jack leaned forward while keeping a tight grip on me. “I didn’t directly say I wanted to fuck her.” Nate pointed out and Jack laughed sarcastically. “But you want too.” Nate didn’t say anything and that pissed Jack off even more. He stood face to face with Nate now, who looked a little alarmed and to regret talking. “Listen, we’re guys and we’ve been drinking, just let it go.” Nate slapped his hand on Jack’s shoulder, but he didn’t move. “Fine, but don’t give a fuck what you drank, she’s mine and if you didn’t drool over he like that, that would be great.” Jack sneered pointing at Nate and Sam who stared at him. Eventually the both mumbled their agreements and Jack sat back down next to me, pulling me closer as I looked at him with raised eyebrows.