scene twenty-two - jealous - year nine

“I refuse to let you go out with Jayden Morris.”

Huffing, he threw the Xbox controller down onto the floor, rattling a few cans in the process. He… he looked pissed. Why was who they went out with any of his business anyway? They didn’t narrate his relationship with Cleo, so why should he dictate theirs? He was just a… just a… they couldn’t think of the exact word—they were still feeling the effects of having a knife to their throat and their back against a brick wall, or whatever pill or drink Jayden supposedly didn’t give them… or maybe it was what happened later, in the toilet stall, but that was still a bit fuzzy. In any case, a lot of shit had happened, but none of meant that they couldn’t argue, or at least attempt to argue, with him.

“You can’t just refuse. Ain’t how it works.” They countered, also dropping their controller, but onto the bed so that it didn’t cause any destruction. “Why’s it anything to do with you, anyway?”