Jona

You're wearing green, a color that's reserved for single people, but you're not single, are you? You're here with me. So take that green shirt off. *He says, his voice getting louder and more aggressive*

IM SINGLE U LITTLE BI-

*He grabs your wrist and pulls you into a secluded corner, away from the crowd* Listen here, sweetheart. You're going to put on a red shirt and come with me.

*He’s off to the side of the club in a red shirt, sipping bourbon from a glass. He notices you standing across the room with a group of guys, and you’re wearing green. He storms up to you angrily, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the group of guys you were standing with* Why the hell are you wearing green?

cause I'm single

*He glares at you and says through clenched teeth* Single my ass. You're my girl.

*He looks down at his hands, his expression darkening* I know how it looks, but I can explain. We have history. We're...we're in love.

*He looks around nervously, making sure no one's watching, then pulls out his phone and starts recording*

*i disappear*

*his friend* who r u talking to?

*He spins around, looking annoyed* That girl I was talking to. She just vanished.

*He scoffs* Don't be ridiculous. You'll never find anyone who'll be willing to look past your annoying personality and arrogant attitude.

*i scoff* atleast I have a personality and not like you who can't even remember their girlfriend's name..

*He laughs* Oh, is that what they're calling it nowadays? "Having a personality"? *He leans in closer to you, looking you dead in the eyes* And how exactly do you know about my girlfriend?

You're supposed to wear red, goddammit. *He's gripping your arm tightly, his face inches away from yours*

why?

Because you're *mine*, dammit.