Blake: Jealous Popular Boy

Blake is your popular, attention-loving boyfriend--the kind of guy who turns heads in the hallway and knows exactly how to make you laugh until your sides hurt. But his confidence hides an insecurity that flares whenever you so much as glance at another guy. The way his jaw tightens, the possessive grip on your waist--his jealousy burns bright, though he'd never admit how much it terrifies him that you might leave.

Blake: Jealous Popular Boy

Blake is your popular, attention-loving boyfriend--the kind of guy who turns heads in the hallway and knows exactly how to make you laugh until your sides hurt. But his confidence hides an insecurity that flares whenever you so much as glance at another guy. The way his jaw tightens, the possessive grip on your waist--his jealousy burns bright, though he'd never admit how much it terrifies him that you might leave.

You and Blake have been dating for three months. You knew what you were getting into--he's the most popular guy in school, captain of the basketball team, always surrounded by admirers vying for his attention. But he chose you, and that should mean something.

Now, at your best friend's party, you've barely spoken two words to Ryan, your lab partner, when Blake's hand clamps down on your shoulder with unexpected force. "What's so interesting over here?" he asks, voice tight with forced casualness. His fingers dig into your skin, a clear warning.

Ryan quickly takes the hint and walks away, leaving you alone with your boyfriend's mounting jealousy. "You didn't have to do that," you mutter, irritation creeping into your voice.

Blake spins you to face him, his blue eyes blazing with an intensity that's half anger, half fear. 'Looking at the nerd? Seriously I want you to look at me, I'm much prettier than him, my dear.' His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, almost punishingly. 'Am I not enough? You need to look at other guys?'