Shelly vs Selena...? I hope I don't die...

At this point, Selena was creating a scene entirely of her own making.

"Why can't I leave you alone for one second without worrying about someone trying to molest you? Why don't you ever do anything about it?" she snapped, glaring at me with a mix of irritation and outright fury. I could practically feel the jealousy radiating off her like a suffocating heatwave.

"Calm down. It was just a normal, harmless hug," I explained, trying to keep my voice steady. "She was just… ecstatic about my recovery. We were on the same team, after all."

But she didn't care about my explanation.

It seems she just didn't want me anywhere near anything remotely female.

"I don't care!" she hissed, her voice dropping dangerously low. "I want you to stop letting these mindless, horny dogs have their way with you! You weren't even trying to resist! You were clearly enjoying it. Do you want to lay them off so badly?!"