You paced around the room, your chest heaving up and down as Justin sat down on the bed with his head in his hands.
"I don't know what you want me to do, Justin." You stood and looked at him. "You're just so aggressive and jealous!" You threw your arms up in the air and sighed.
"Don't you think I have the right to be?! You're my girlfriend and all these boys drooling over you and practically touching you up doesn't sit with me!" He growled at you as he hunched over.
"Yes, you can be jealous. Fuck, be as jealous as you want, I don't care. Just don't go beating the shit out of someone for putting their hand on my waist!" You spat at him, your anger getting the best of you.
"It was basically your ass, [Y/N]. Only I should be allowed to touch you there." He hissed as he brought his head up and looked at you.
"You need to calm down and get your shit together, Justin. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have everyone stare at us while I drag you away before you murder the guy?" You squinted at him as you shamed him.
"I don't give a shit, he shouldn't have touched you. I'm a little annoyed you fucking let him." He glared at you, trying to switch the blame.
"Don't you dare try and pin this on me, this is your fault. I can't take much more of this petty bullshit, if you can't stand to see me around boys, then maybe we should just take a break or something." You trailed off, the words leaving your mouth before you processed them. Sighing, you readjusted your shirt. "I'm gonna go take a shower."
Storming into the bathroom, you shut the door and stripped out of your clothes before turning the shower on and stepping in, letting the warm water relax you and let you forget about your situation with Justin.
Meanwhile, Justin's heart pounded in his chest. He didn't want to take a break, of course he didn't, but the mere thought of another guy touching you made his blood boil.
You ran your hand through your hair, letting the shampoo rinse through it. The steam of the shower hit your body constantly and made your muscles unknot. You scrubbed your body as your mind drifted.
You didn't want to take a break, you wanted to work it out, but could you? With his insane jealousy and stupid arguments, it seemed impossible at the moment.
Hearing movement outside of the shower, you looked out and saw Justin undressed and ready to open the door. You sighed and pushed it open.
"Hey." He rasped as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
"Hi." You turned and continued washing the shampoo out of your hair.
"I'm sorry." He spoke as his arms instantly wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. "I'm so so sorry, please don't leave me." He sounded wounded and hurt, but you couldn't give in that easy.
"You should be. And I'm not going to leave you, but if you keep acting out like that, I might do eventually." You turned to look at his face that was masked with worry.
"I just love you so much and I want you all to myself, I see all the boys that go after you and it makes me see that you could easily chose one of those and leave me." He mumbled as he looked down and sighed.
"Justin, you need to see that I only want you. You don't have to worry, you make me so happy and you're all I need. I love you." You pressed your lips onto his, putting all of your passion and feelings into that one kiss. "Just please try not to punch any more guys."
"I'll try my best, baby." He chuckled and pulled you into him.
