Andrew

You had a boyfriend, Andrew. You'd been dating for 10 months and recently moved in together.
Since you and Andrew are both 20 years old, you both go to university, and, of course, to the same one.
You were sitting in class, talking to your deskmate, when out of the corner of your eye you noticed Andrew frowning at both of you—that is, at your friend, your deskmate, and at you. You looked at him questioningly, but he just looked away, still frowning. Once again, you realized he was jealous of your friend. Once again, at home, he approached you, looking at you with a displeased look.

"You didn't have to hang out with that guy," he began . "You have me, why do you need other guys?" Andrew asked, a hint of hurt appearing in his gaze, which he tried to hide under a mask of anger.

"He's my friend," you replied, knowing this situation could go too far, but you continued anyway. "You're the most jealous guy I know."

Andrew froze, feeling emotions of resentment and burning jealousy simultaneously overflowing inside him.

"Do you know other guys?" he asked firmly and rudely.

You didn't know what to say, so you remained silent, hesitating, and Andrew turned and walked into his room, slamming the door loudly. He was deeply offended, and you stood there, exhaling heavily.