**Consumed by Possessiveness**

The next morning, I walked into school feeling like I was walking on air, the memory of Jake's kiss still fresh on my lips. As I made my way to my locker, I couldn't help but smile, thinking about the text he had sent me the night before. I was lost in thought, replaying the conversation in my head, when I heard a friendly voice behind me. "Hey, Emily! How's it going?" It was Alex, one of my classmates, and we often chatted about our shared love of literature. I turned to respond, and as I did, I noticed Jake standing a few feet away, his eyes fixed intently on us. At first, I thought nothing of it, assuming he was just passing by. But as I turned back to Alex, I caught Jake's gaze lingering on us, his expression unreadable. As I chatted with Alex for a few minutes, I noticed Jake's presence looming over us, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a flutter in my chest, sensing that something was off. When Alex excused himself to go to class, Jake appeared by my side, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made me take a step back. "Hey," he said, his voice low and husky, but laced with a possessiveness I'd never seen before. I tried to brush it off, thinking he was just being friendly. "Hey," I replied, smiling up at him. But as we walked down the hallway together, I could feel his tension building. He seemed to be watching everyone we passed, his eyes narrowing as guys nodded or said hello to me. It was as if he was staking a claim, warning them off. At first, I found it flattering, but as the minutes ticked by, his behavior became increasingly unsettling. He was quiet, his usual warmth and kindness replaced by a brooding intensity that made me feel uneasy. As we turned a corner, he suddenly stopped and pulled me into a nearby bathroom, the door creaking shut behind us. I was taken aback, unsure of what was happening. "Jake, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to step back, but he pinned me against the wall, his eyes burning with a fierce possessiveness. "You were flirting with him, weren't you?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. I shook my head, feeling a surge of fear. "No, Jake, I was just being friendly. I didn't mean anything by it." But he didn't seem to care. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a fierce, demanding kiss. I tried to push him back, but he was relentless, his hands roaming over my body as he claimed me. In that moment, I felt a spark of panic. This wasn't the Jake I thought I knew, the one who had kissed me so gently the night before. This was a different person, driven by a possessiveness that scared me. As he pressed me against the wall, his hands moving over my body, I knew I had to make a choice. I could try to fight back, or I could give in, hoping that this was just a momentary lapse of sanity. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that chilled me to the bone. It was a possessiveness that bordered on obsession, a desire to control and dominate. And in that moment, I knew I was in trouble.