Thought I’d bring it back to some old school Jelsey, hope you like it babe!
"I’m going to fucking kill him," Justin growled lowly to himself as he watched Kelsey order herself a shake from the waiter behind the counter top who couldn’t keep his eyes away from her.
Eyes drifting down to the valley between her breasts hidden behind the tank-top she wore due to the heat suffocating them outside the air-conditioned diner, Kelsey was clueless to what was going on as she smiled, nodding to whatever it was he said.
"Fucking naive," he spat while digging his fingernails into the chipped wood of their table. He was fuming, the rage hidden deep inside him boiling to its peak as he watched on, fighting the urge to pound the mans face in repeatedly while warning him off.
He didn’t know why he getting worked up over it, she wasn’t even his, but the idea of anyone looking at her sent his head spinning. He was possessive in every sense of the word and though she may not be his officially, Kelsey belonged to him - she was completely off limits, and he would be sure to make him and everyone else know that.
Smiling as she handed him a five dollar bill after grabbing the two cups, Kelsey walked back over to the table before seating herself across from him. Setting his glass down in front of him, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at the evident displeasure scribbled across his features. “What’s wrong?”
"Nothing," he scowled, completely disregarding the drink as he watched the waiter’s every single move, calculating when he was going to make his move.
"I said it’s nothing," he snapped angrily, his boring gaze practically burning through her very own as she swallowed hard, taken back by the hardness of his tone.
"I’m sorry, did I do something? I thought you wanted chocolate, I’ll go get you another one if you want or we can share. I don’t mind," fumbling with her fingers on her lap, she bit the corner of her lip while innocently staring up at him through the thickness of her lashes.
Sighing in defeat, he shook his head, “no. Do you even know that guy?” he questioned while taking a sip of his milkshake.
"No," she shrugged, "why?"
"No reason." Catching sight of him taking off his apron and nodding towards his coworkers, Justin immediately stood as soon as he stepped through the back entrance to enter the kitchen. "I’ll be right back."
"Where are you going?"
"I have to go to the bathroom," without so much as another word or glance back behind him, Justin walked out the front entrance of the diner, walking around back to find the man making his way towards the parking lot. "Hey, you!"
Turning, he opened his mouth to respond when Justin pulled his fist back, hitting him before he even had the chance to utter a word.
"Jesus," he cursed under his breath, "what the hell man?" he spat, wiping the corner of his mouth as he glanced down at the blood coating his fingers.
"Keep your fucking eyes to yourself, man,” he beckoned in sarcasm with a sneer. “The brunette you were eyeing is off limits.”
"Didn’t know she had a boyfriend, she never mentioned it."
"Maybe because you were too busy undressing her with your eyes to pay attention."
"Sorry, she was too fine not to look at. With an ass like hers, it’s hard not to think about the things you’d do to her."
"You bastard," Taking him by the shoulders, he kneed him in his groin before pulling his elbow back and knocking it back, breaking his nose in the process.
"Justin!" Kelsey screamed, running towards the scene unraveling before her very eyes. "Justin, stop! You’re going to hurt him!"
"Next time or else I’ll gladly put a bullet between your eyes then we’ll see if you’ll ever look at her like that again," he hissed through clenched teeth, his body now a mess on the floor as Justin hovered over him, never giving his hands a rest as he striked time and time again.
"JUSTIN!" Kelsey cried out, tugging against his shoulder as tears pricked the corner of her eyes, fear cradling every surface of her body, "please, stop."
"He has to learn his lesson," he barked out angrily, shoving Kelsey off of him as he continued to paint his knuckles red.
"Get in the car, Kelsey." He ordered, refusing to look back at her, not wanting to see the hurt in her eyes. He could tell just by the tone of her voice that she was upset.
"No," she shook her head.
"I’m not even yours," she whispered and just like that, Justin stopped.
"What did you just say?"
Swallowing, she spurned to back down as she licked her lips, holding her own, “you can’t do this to every guy who looks my way.”
"I beg to differ, princess. I can and will do that because the only one who can look at you is me," he stood up, his height towering over her own as he leaned down to grab her chin between his two fingers, eyes drifting towards her lips before glancing at her eyes once more. "Get in the car, we’re going home."
"What about him?"
"What about him?” he blocked view of the body, “I’m sure he can make his own way home.”