Drunk on Jealousy

Maddox’s POV

I’m fucking jealous.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I am. Don’t even recall the last time I felt this pathetic twist in my gut. My hand tightens around what I think is my second hard seltzer, but who’s counting anymore.

Why the hell is she talking to him?

Why is she laughing like that?

She never laughed like that with me.

I shifted in my seat, jaw clenched, eyes fixed anywhere b