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When you get jealous
Y/N's POV

"Why are you even upset?" He asked dumbfounded.

"Because! Did you not see that girl in the store! She was practically drooling and she didn't even see you!"

"Well I'm sorry that I have an accent
Y/N."

I rolled my eyes and tightened my grip on the grocery bag.

"Is someone jealous?"

"This coming from you?"

"Shut up." He groaned slightly.

"I don't think I want to." I smiled walking down the road again.

"Y/N! Wait for me!"

"I don't think I want to do that either!" I shouted, laughter laced in my voice, running off.

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When they get jealous
Y

/N's POV

"Enoch! Enoch stop it!" I heard Emma scream.

Knowing she had no hope in getting him to stop doing whatever he was doing, I dropped my books and ran. Down the stairs, out of the house, and to the back yard where her screams had come from. Stopping in my tracks horrified at what I had come to see. Enoch was straddling the paper boy, punching him over, and over, and over. Blood covered his face, and I'm sure Enoch's knuckles. Running over there I kneeled next to the tangled mess of the two boys, keeping some distance however as to not get in the way.

Ushering Emma to bring the other's inside I settled a bit closer, "Enoch." I began calmly, resting my hands in my lap, "Enoch!" I made my voice firmer. He flinched slightly but continued, "Enoch O'Connor. Look at me!"

He didn't comply and that's when I knew it was now or never. Gathering all my strength I grabbed the back of his sweater and pulled. It didn't do much but it threw off his punch and I grabbed his fist. He froze and turned to me, staring into my eyes with a look of anger in his own. Yanking his fist out of my hand he grumbled a few curse words in defeat and climbed off of the poor boy. Inviting him inside go heal his wounds, he quickly declined and got back on his bike. He was in no condition to drive but bringing him near Enoch again could only do more harm.

Making my way back up to Enoch's room I didn't even bother knocking at the closed door. I found Enoch sitting at his bed, hair touseled, a bruise under his eye, and knuckles full of blood. Saying nothing I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the bathroom. After cleaning him off, before he could jump off the counter I positioned myself in-between his legs, and when he looked away from me, I grabbed his face quite harshly, but being careful of his eye.

"What did he do?"

He didn't respond for a minute but soon sighed and complied, "He asked me where the pretty girl with the y/h/c and y/e/c was."

"Did you say anything before swinging."

"That you were my girlfriend. But he said it was too bad you were wasting your time on some freak like myself."

I didn't waste time on hugging him, to assure him I didn't think anything of the sorts.

"Even though I don't like you getting in fights, I want you to know I'm proud of you for not killing anyone this time." I mused.

He scoffed, a smirk tugging at his lips.