Swift

The end of the semester was coming up, and one of my classes had decided to pair everyone up as study partners. I got stuck with possibly the most popular guy in school, and every other girl was about to jump on my ass.
    I invited him over one evening and told Swift, who had already come over, to chill in my room for a bit and wait until the boy left. At the word 'boy', I'm pretty damn sure he stiffened and gave me a tense smile.
     When he finally arrived, me and him settled down on the floor of my living room and my parents decided to go out and eat that night. I waved them goodbye before bringing out our textbooks and beginning to study.
    "So, why not your room?" He asked suddenly, looking at me. I gave him a confused look, and he smiled. "All the girls I've studied with have taken me up to their room. Why not you?" He asked, and I visibly cringed. "Because-" but I trailed off as I noticed a very pissed, very menacing Swift standing just behind him. I quickly gave the boy a tense smile and continued. "Because it's weird, and you don't even know me," I replied, and he scooted closer. "We could get to know each other. Maybe over dinner?"
      I gave Swift a small signal with my eyes to go back up to the bedroom, but he didn't oblige. He reached for his wakizashi, and I visibly shook my head. The boy gave me a look. "U-Uh, that sounds nice, but I already have a boyfriend-"
   "He's not here. Why not enjoy yourself?"
I groaned and watched as Swift grabbed ahold of the male's shoulder. "Actually, I am." He sounded just as pissed as he looked.
   Needless to say the boy ran out, leaving his stuff behind. Swift then proceeded to carry me back upstairs and held onto me the entire night. Luckily, I still managed to study.
    "Now who's jealous?"
  "Shut up..."

Rebel

I. Hate. Life.
   My semester exam was coming up, and I had to be stuck with an idiotic playboy from the Football team to study with. Rebel was also not happy about this news and demanded to know where we were going to study at.
"I suggested the old library down the street, but-"
"Great. Oh, and before you leave..."
I giggled a little when he pulled me in for a kiss and held it longer than the other ones we usually share. I had a feeling he was claiming me, just to make sure the other boy could tell I was taken.
I left about ten minutes later, heading to the library and waited.
And waited.
And...waited.
After an hour of waiting, I decided to pull out my textbooks and begin anyways. If he was going to be a no-show, then I wasn't about to fail my exam.
The whole time I knew Rebel was watching me from somewhere, possibly from the window or an air duct. He was waiting for this boy to show up, and I knew he would be relived to figure out he was a no show. But it was nice to know that he could get jealous. I'd be sure to rub it in his face when I got home.

Ghost

Today was cleaning day. My parents were coming over for dinner, so I was planning on cleaning up the house. Ghost, thankfully, offered to help me.
As I dusted off the shelves in the living room, he moved some boxes from the den to the attic. I heard him set the down and open one up. I could feel the awkward silence building up.
"Who is this?" He asked, and I turned to see him holding up an old poster of a pop star I used to love.
"Oh. That's some star I liked as a kid. He's probably thirty by now..." I replied, shrugging. I could feel the tension lift as I heard him rip it up. I smirked to myself as I heard him take up the rest of the boxes. I set my duster down and waited for him to return. When he did, I approached and placed my hands on his shoulders. He responded with his hands on my hips.
"No need to be jealous-"
"Shut the fuck up."
I giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Love you too."
He didn't talk to me for the rest of the evening. But it was so worth it!

M.C.

When M.C. got jealous, it was over the littlest things. When my dad kissed me goodbye before leaving for work, when my sibling got possessive during playtime, when I talked to a guy asking for directions instead of dropping the 'Ihaveaboyfriend' bomb on him, etc etc. It would always end the same way. He would come over and be really grumpy. He'd even play with my sibling a lot more than usual, and wouldn't touch the food I made. When I would ask him, he'd say it was nothing. We'd only resolve the issue when he got lonely and crawled into bed with me when I would eventually fall asleep.
Anyways, I had just finished talking with an old guy friend who was kind enough to walk me home. When I waved goodbye and entered my apartment, I was met with a livid M.C.
"Who the f*ck was that guy?!" He exclaimed, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me a little. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I pulled away. "A friend I haven't talked to for awhile. Chill out, dude." I made my way to the kitchen, and I heard M.C. shuffle along behind me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and whined for attention.
    "Jealous much?"
   "Mmm..."