Jealousy

Jasmine immediately moved away from Andrew, her eyes wide. "Zane. I..I mean, Sir. You are here."

Zane's eyes raised up to Andrew, who was now standing one step behind Jasmine, his eyes thin, and a little sinister.

"What are you doing?" Zane asked again, forgetting his teacher persona for a minute.

She swallowed hard. "Uhmm...Andrew was hurt last night and..."

He didn't wait to finish hearing it, before he walked to her, grabbing her hand. She gave a small yelp as one hand came over the towel.

"Zane, it was..."

"How are you comfortable with that guy, the both of you alone in here? Look at what you are wearing!"

Jasmine swallowed, fully aware of Zane's point. She was on a towel, and Andrew was capable of anything. At least, from what she had seen.

But he didn't. That was what mattered. He had done nothing.

"He didn't do anything."

"How does it matter? Are you waiting for him to? You are coming with me."

Suddenly, Andrew held on to her other hand, stopping Zane from pulling her away.

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