Author's note- Hey everyone! I know I just updated this, like, yesterday, but I'm having a lot of fun with this fanfic. :) I'm slowly working my way towards the pivotal moment where the tension finally comes to a point between Beka and Rosto. I'm not quite sure how I want to write that, so please bear with me. Of course, you have no choice if you want more story. Mwahahahahaha! :D Anyway, enjoy! ;)

Disclaimer- Do I really seem so stupid that I need to steal someone else's ideas? ;P


I'm Jealous

Beka glared at the blonde rusher who was currently doing everything in her power to hold Rosto's attention. She had to hand it to him. He was doing a pretty decent job of resisting so far. But, that didn't matter. It didn't matter that he wasn't interested in the blonde. It didn't matter that every time she glanced his way, he was studying her instead of his companion. None of it mattered. Beka had come to a realization.

Rosto is always going to have mots throwing themselves at his feet.

More important was the next realization.

I'm jealous.


Oooooooh! Finally! Some progress! :D By the way, I have nothing against blondes. I myself am a proud blonde. However, I decided to go with the stereotype of us blondes being boy-stealers. Anyway, I want to thank everyone (StuffedLion and –Katherine-Alvers-) for the great reviews. You guys rock. :D At the rate I'm going, I'll probably update again tomorrow, so keep you're eyes peeled. Reviews are good. :) And Emily, don't even think about telling anyone about my closet author-ness. ;P