Intermission - Jealousy.

Author's Note: This should go without saying, but on top of not switching genres, this story won't have any cuckolding/NTR, as stated in the introduction chapter. I'm basically telling you that the protagonist won't die in the next life-threatening fight, but I know this is a more sensitive topic.

Julian Jenkins slammed the door close as he entered his bedroom and sank on his big, orange and black desk chair that resembled the seat of a racing car. He turned on his PC not out of desire to do anything with it, but out of habit. The many blue and purple lights of the PC tower lit up the underside of his large wooden desk and his three monitors quickly turned on to show the desktop with background images of the latest war shooting game that had come out.

Deciding that his chair was too uncomfortable, he clicked his tongue and threw himself on his double bed, face down. Of course, with his face on the mattress, he couldn’t breath well and his nose was bending, so he moved to lay on his side. His eyes landed on one of his poster-filled walls. DIO, Judas Priest, Metallica, Iron Maiden… All posters he was given, of bands he said he liked but only knew like two songs from each. Looking at them pissed him off, so he took the remote and aimed it at the 55’’ TV in front of his bed, but decided against turning it on in the end. Looking at the TV also put his three electric guitars into view. He wanted to see those even less, so he turned his gaze towards the ceiling.

His mind replayed a myriad of events seemingly at the same time. Oliver, the gloomy nerd, walking around with Thomas Pierce, one of the most popular guys in school; Oliver walking around with Milana, Grace and Sarah, three of the hottest girls in school; hearing the revelation that the loser was, in fact, dating those three at the same time and AND dating Alice Knight and Noelle Summers, two other school bombshells; Oliver playing the guitar back in freshman year in front of everyone in the music club, getting praised by their teacher and completely outstaging Julian; Oliver playing the bass, an instrument he apparently had only just picked up, in front of his class and getting everyone to join in; that guy, that loser, socially inept nerd, DARING to stand up to him and threaten him; and from just from earlier that day, everyone easily believing that he was incapable of doing anything wrong instead of believing that he could be a cheating scumbag. That piece of shit was also going to participate in the reborn talent show… and steal all that was Julian’s again!

He looked at the media cabinet below his TV, considering if playing any of his three consoles would make for a decent distraction, but he didn’t even feel like standing up to grab the controllers.

Instead, Julian felt an urge. An urge he knew he should resist, as giving in would only piss him off even more. Regardless, he took out his phone from his pocket and opened up his social media.

Most people from his school were posting and commenting on said post talking either about how lame or how good it was that the Oliver drama turned out to be a dud. Julian had expected it to take deeper roots, but it was true that, if those girls didn’t bite, no one else would, either. Everyone knew Grace would likely have the guy hanging by the balls if he had cheated.

Who was the one that took back the rumors, though? Abigail? No, it was probably Eric. The guy was a real pushover, and this time it worked against him.

As he scrolled down his feed, he saw something that cheered him up a bit. A selfie of Milana from above, wearing a tight tank top under a black jacket as she held a can of some energy drink. Fuck, she was so damn hot. Julian had been crushing on her for a full year now, but the girl never answered his flirting.

He clicked on her profile, ready to rub one out to more pictures of her. However, what he saw was… cat pictures. A white and orange cat playing around, laying on a bed, chasing a toy… Jumping on Oliver’s lap.

His chest tightened with anger. So it was Oliver’s cat and Milana was taking pictures of it, probably while at his house.

…

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it. Oliver was surely fucking that goddess every day. He was making out with her, and having her suck on his (likely very tiny) dick.

His chest began to hurt even more. Why? Why did that son of a bitch have everything that Julian wanted? Popular friends, hot girlfriends, and worst of all…

Julian clicked on another video Milana had uploaded. Oliver was there, sitting on a bed with a guitar on his lap. It was a new guitar, Julian noticed. Not that old, cheap one he brought to school back in freshman year. Grace, Noelle and Milana were at the edges of the frame.

Oliver began to play, and Julian’s heart froze when he heard it. The solo to Free Bird, played so stupidly close to the original that the few, small differences only helped to confirm that he was indeed playing it himself instead of having the real song playing over it.

Though Julian didn’t want to admit it, and wouldn’t to anyone, he still knew how fucking hard it was to play that solo, or at least making it sound properly. He knew because he’d tried to learn it… and gave up.

Julian gripped his phone tightly, so much so that his hand shook. He threw his phone to the floor, the carpet saving it from breaking. He gritted his teeth and glared at his guitars, cursing them.

Why did HE have the skills to play and not Julian? Why did the women flock over to HIM and not Julian? Why did people jump to defend him instead of Julian? Oliver was given everything and didn’t deserve it! He didn’t!

Maybe his anger, frustration and tension was making him tired. He also began to feel dizzy all of a sudden. Slowly, Julian’s eyelids began to fall, his body began to relax, his thoughts began to drift away. And yet the feeling remained. A strong, overwhelming feeling.

‘I want everything that he has.’

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