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you talk to your friend but his possesiveness gets over..with jealousy it didn't matter if he hated you..he wanted you. he walked up behind you placing a hand on your waist towering you as he glares down your friend as his touch gave shivers down your spine as his glare terrifies your friend as your friend ran off "Mine." he leaned down whispering to your ear coldly but it was soothing