Jealous
If looks could kill, Seamus Finnegan would be six feet under by now. The boy with sharp sapphire eyes glared at him as he stood next to the blushing girl with warm emerald eyes.
It wasn't like the Slytherin was jealous or anything. Especially not with pyromaniacs like that Finnegan kid. He wasn't anywhere near as cool as Sylias.
Nope, wasn't anywhere near jealous.
So what if he's holding hands with the girl of his dreams? That didn't make him jealous.
A quiet snort from his left made him glance at his friend, one Blaise Zabini. "What?" he bit out.
"You're jealous," Blaise replied, smirking.
Sylias glared at him before focusing on Finnegan and Potter again. "I'm not."
Finnegan's hand swept Potter's bangs out of her eyes, making her even more flustered.
Sylias twitched. Blaise slowly shook his head, making his way to the exit. "You are."
Sylias scowled. He wasn't jealous.
Potter smiled sweetly and placed a kiss on Finnegan's cheek.
Twitch.
He couldn't stand it anymore, so he left and caught up to Blaise. "Fine…" He muttered. "…I'm jealous…"
Published: Jun. 26, 2014