Everyone knew that [first] [last] and Gilbert Beilschmidt were a thing. Though they showed no signs of breaking up, it was clear to all of the females at their school that Gilbert belonged to [first]. She was a bit possessive, but Gilbert didn't really mind. However, he did mind it when [first]'s flirting went out of bounds. He would often have to remind her that it was a mutual trust thing, and that she didn't have full control over the relationship. In fact, the sight right in front of Gilbert made him seethe with anger.
There she is, flirting with Francis again, he thought bitterly. He glared at [first], who seemed a little too comfortable with Francis, one of Gilbert's best friends. Her cheeks were dusted a light pink, and she was giggling at whatever he had said. Of course, this was normal for them, but it was wearing his patience thin. [first] didn't do it intentionally, it was just her fiery personality that made her seem so appealing. She often found herself flocked by males, and though she admittedly played along, she often made it clear that she wasn't interested. However, her boyfriend didn't know that. While she was just being true to her nature, he thought she was just doing so she could get a rise out of him.
Francis, a close friend of her's, seemed to pick up on this early on in their relationship, but he went along with the act as well, seeing that Gilbert's reactions were quite amusing to him. So, while Gilbert was glaring daggers at the two, Francis was making the act more convincing bye gently resting his hand on [first]'s. She arched an eyebrow, seeing as that they were never that convincing, but she caught on when he jerked his head in Gilbert's direction. She glanced across the cafe, only for [e/c] orbs to meet with ruby colored ones. She sighed, sensing he was mega-pissed, and got up from her seat at the counter, and weaved through the mass of chairs, tables, and people, to meet her boyfriend.
"What do you think you were doing over there, frau?" he asked as she approached him.
"Nothing," she replied like usual.
"Nein, that was not nothing, he growled.
"Gil, you know very well that I love you," she answered.
He pouted and averted his gaze towards the exit. She sighed and reached for his hand, but he only pulled away from her. Why must we be this way, she thought. He started for the exit with [first] right at his heels, like a dog at their master's every beck and call. From a moment's glance, most would assume that [first] was in control of the relationship, but it was quite the opposite actually. Though [first] was quite adventurous, and her outgoing personality usually got her in trouble, Gilbert was the one with the most power. He seemed displeased with [first]'s actions most of the time, but if he tried, he could get her to follow him as gaily as a trained dog.
"Gil, wait. You can't-" she began, but was cut off at the sight of her friend Elizabeta laughing and twirling her hair around a long, slender finger as Gilbert was obviously trying to make a pass at her. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, and what he saw more than pleased him. There she was, [first] [last], absolutely frustrated that he dared to flirt with another girl in her presence.
"Well played mister," she mumbled as she walked passed the two to get to her car.

Gilbert watched as his girlfriend stormed off, and as Elizabeta turned her head to see what had captured his attention. She sighed and made a disgusted face. She smacked him upside the head and crossed her arms, furious that he had dragged her into this petty argument of theirs.
"You so owe me for that, idiot. She's obviously pissed with you right now," she stated as she gave him an icy glare.
"Good job, Eliza. Now that's what I call payback," he grinned cockily,
"Bastard, she really does care about you, and she'd show it more if you'd stop being a womanizer," she argued. Her green eyes were blazing while he had a sly smirk on his face.
"Say, what are you doing later, Eliza-"
"Not a chance loser."

"-And it's just so irritating!" [first] cried into her phone. She was currently hugging a pillow from her [f/c] bed-set, but in a fit of rage, she threw it against the wall. It made a soft thud, but the action was satisfactory enough. Her room was a mess, and her t.v. was turned on to her favorite channel, but nothing seemed to calm her down.
"Maybe you just need a break?" Elizabeta suggested from the other end of the line.
"No. If I said that, he'd take that as me giving him permission to sleep with every girl on campus," she wined.
Elizabeta sighed, seeing that each of them had worries about the other one leaving them for good. She twirled a strand of her brown hair around her hair, a sign that she was deep in thought.
"Hey, [nickname], why don't you come to my party later?" Elizabeta said as she typed away at her laptop.
"Hmm, maybe I should. I mean, I need a distraction from that bastard," she mumbled.
"Ey, chin up, [first]. I'm sure you'll have a great time," her friend chirped.
As [first] was about to reply, the line went dead. She sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose, a sign that she was contemplating something. Though she was frustrated, the [f/c] dress she recently bought seemed to be begging her to try it on.
"Eh, screw it. I'm in," she shrugged as she made her way over to her closet.

So far, the party was pretty fun as [first] was convinced. People complimented her on her dress and her mad dancing skills. The music was a little too loud for her taste, but she sucked it up and danced like there was no tomorrow. Several guys had messed with her groove earlier, but she sent them running away with their tails between their legs. Even her ice cold glare was enough to send them away. While she was busy dancing, Gilbert on the other hand was flirting with every girl in a two-foot radius, even his childhood friend, Elizabeta. She on the other hand was disgusted that he'd drop so low. She eyed the crowd, searching specifically for a girl with [h/l] [h/c]. When she spotted her friend, her smile faded when she saw that a circle of people had surrounded her, making her the center of attention for the time being.
Elizabeta groaned and made her way over to Francis and Antonio, both good friends of Gilbert. They were eyeing to competition as well as all of her female friends. Francis was the first to notice her, and lightly nudged his friend, who in return smiled at her.
"You two mind giving [first] some extra attention right now?" she said with a bored face.
"Why Eliza, why would we do that? Everyone knows that if any guy messed with her, they'd be dead, courtesy of Gilbert," Antonio questioned.
"Well, it seems as if poor Gil has forgotten how much he cares for [first], and now he needs a gentle push in the right direction," she answered.
"Of course, anything for our dear Gilbert," Francis said mockingly with a gleam in those blue eyes of his.
"Thanks guys. He clearly doesn't deserve her, but I'd do anything to keep her happy. Including setting her back up with that loser," she said as a small smile crept on her face.
While the pair walked off towards [first], Eliza walked towards the flock of girls surrounding Gilbert. She easily identified him since she saw a tuft of white hair protruding from the middle of the group.
"Hey, scram girlies. I need to talk to Gil here for a second," she exclaimed. The group parted for her, and Gilbert glared daggers at her for taking his attention away from him.
"What is it, frau?" He inquired.
"Since it seems that you've taken a break from [first], Francis and Antonio apparently thought that it was okay for them to make a move on her," she said with a bored expression.
His cocky smile disappeared from his face as he stalked away from his group near the DJ and made his way over to the middle of the dance floor, where Francis was twirling [first] around in circles, only to leave her in the arms of Antonio, who dipped her and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"What the hell's going on here, frau?" he asked angrily.
All three of them turned their heads to face a very angry, very pissed, Prussian. He had his arms crossed and a frown was etched into his face.
"Well, since you're taking a break from [first], we figured that our chance at her had come," Francis answered with a coy smile.
"Well, she's mine, and I won't stand for this," he growled. [firs] broke away from Antonio's grasp and gently kissed Gilbert, who was flustered at her sudden action.
"No need to worry Gil, you're the only one for me," she whispered, her [e/c] eyes gleaming with joy
The two, enchanted, didn't even realize the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch the drama unfold.

After the commotion that happened earlier, Gilbert thought it was a good idea to repay [first] by dancing with her to a slow song that he requested the DJ play.
"Say, Gil, why do you even put up with me?" [first] wondered out loud.
"Your fiery, passionate personality of course," he answered.
That, and the fact that you're ambitious, alluring, and you bring excitement into me life, he thought as he tightly embraced [first], who smiled contently.