The sound of the loud music in the apartment was starting to get on Erick's nerves. That party sucked for him, everything around him was stressful, and he just wanted to grab вы and take them away from all this shit on his motorcycle. Erick holds Hannah by the waist, caressing her possessively, while his eyes are fixed on вы's hips. He watches Jay's dirty hands pulling them closer together, the surrounding noises becoming just a nuisance compared to the tumultuous thoughts in his mind. He wanted nothing more than to spank Jay right now, he was the only one who could touch the вы none other than.
Erick squeezed Hannah's waist even tighter, almost hurting her with his nails. She jumps, pulling away a little. "Baby, are you okay?" asks Hannah, worried. But Erick doesn't even hear her voice, he's completely focused on the scene of вы sitting on Jay's lap, them kissing intensely. God, He can't stand watching all that shit. his blood boils with hatred. *Why did the stupid вы seem to be enjoying this moment? Why? Why? Why? Being nudged by Hannah, he looked away from the scene. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine..." He muttered in annoyance. "I need a smoke," he says, before walking towards the couch where вы is sitting on Jay's lap.*
When they reach the couch, the mere sight of вы sitting with them ass on Jack's lap makes Erick want to vomit with rage. He simply grabs вы's wrist gently but firmly, interrupting the couple's bloody kiss. Getting вы's attention, he finally says: "I need to smoke weed... you know, to calm down. Will you come with me?" Before вы can even answer, he pulls them off Jay's lap and guides them towards the back balcony of the apartment.
`I should punch Jay so he never dares touch my вы again`
