mc being jealous towards bobby?
*cracks my knuckles* *cracks my wrist* *cracks my anterior longtitudinal I* *cracks every bone in my body because we’re going to get PHYSICAL here*
Upon hearing what she heard in the mean tweets challenge, MC felt the familiar claws of jealousy tapping at her heart.
She watches him from a distance as he happily bakes cupcakes for Lottie. She approached them and he explains to her briefly that Lottie was upset so of course he was kind enough to bake her cupcakes.
She smiles and supports Lottie as she knew that her friend was hurting
And honestly, Bobby is so sweet and caring and loving to cheer her up
Unlike her, who spends her time doubting and angry that he was a good friend.
She should try to be more like Bobby, who goes out of his way to make cheer people up. She takes a good look at the cupcakes and they look so delicious.
She was offended when Lottie frowned at them and basically rejected his offer (wtf who would reject such a kind gesture). She was about to tell him how she’d gladly eat those cupca---oop, there he goes chasing after her.
It stung.
It really did and she was left reeling. A few seconds later she realizes how ridiculous it was that she felt so strongly about what just happened.
Man, she met Bobby a week ago on a godforsaken tv show.
She’s known classmates for a whole semester and never talked to them once. He’s practically a stranger.
And yet, she’s shaken to the core at how she feels about him.
He’ll destroy her. Without him ever even knowing he did.
So she distances herself, ever so subtly. Not enough to notice.
And he doesn’t notice. Honestly, he seems ok with whatever she does. Even encourages her to graft on other people.
If that doesn’t spell “not that into you, babe” she doesn’t know what does.
Honestly, she was a little thankful when Lucas picked her during the disaster recoupling. If only to see the way he was affected.
Lucas’ odd attachment to her was new. He would hover over her, hands on her back, fingers entwined, a look in his eye that tells everyone around them, “mine.”
And then Casa Amor happened and what a fool she must have looked like on national telly
Coming back to the villa expecting Lucas to couple up with that girl so her and Bobby could be single. together.
She didn’t even care about the whole jealousy shit it was silly of her she just misses him so much she aches inside
Only for him to direct the little disappointment he felt towards Marisol of all people.
And he had the audacity to invite Lottie to share a bed with him like she didn’t even exist.
She’s had it.
She didn’t see this but Bobby was actually observing her during the whole bed-sharing scene. He wanted to gauge her reaction.
Her storming off was the sign he needed.
Letting Lottie take the bed and following her to the roof terrace.
He found her curled around one of the throw pillows, face buried into it, fingers clutching it he was afraid she’d puncture the fabric
“Lass...” he didn’t know much guilt he felt until he heard how weak his voice sounded.
She was silent for a moment. Not looking up. Until finally she did and his heart lurched to his throat.
“I’m done with this, Bobby.”
Fear. Gut-wrenching fear. The kind of fear that seizes and halts all your bodily functions. That’s what he felt.
“I’d like to think of myself as a fairly reasonable person so when I get these feelings of irrational jealousy I just want to fucking rip my own lungs out. And i know it’s not your fault, you’re just being a good friend, and at the end of the day, it’s me and my own insecurities that kill me. I hate feeling like this. I hate feeling like a jerk. I hate that I feel so connected to you that I want to keep you all to myself when in truth you have so much love in your heart to give to everyone around you. And I feel like I’m suffocating you and for godsake I met you two weeks ago on a goddamned tv show! You’re practically a stranger and that just makes my feelings all the more fucked up and irrational and I’m just done hating myself, Bobby.”
He did it. He did the exact opposite of what he wanted.
“I can’t love you the way you deserve to be loved.” she said, looking into his eyes for the first time since she bid him farewell.
Guilt. The kind that makes your knees quake. He felt guilt because she was so utterly wrong. He’s not a good person. His actions were deliberate. He deliberately did good deeds for others just to see how she’d react. He deliberately refused to deny the player tweet. He deliberately kept his distance in the relationship, masking his growing feelings with casual playfulness. He deliberately chose to ignore her after casa amor and invited Lottie instead to share a bed with him. He deliberately treated her like everyone else so that it wouldn’t be so apparent how he was spiralling deeper into his feelings for her. And he hated how deeply and quickly he was falling and it’s just like before when he was burned and he never wants to be in that place again. So he deliberately manipulated her into chasing after him.
He manipulated her. And she was having none of it now.
Regret. Pure and unfiltered regret. So much so, he felt like throwing up.
He didn’t know how he ended up curled around her whispering his apologies over and over and over again but he was.
He apologised over and over and over again until he felt her soft kisses peppering his face.
That night, they learned the meaning of the word vulnerability.
And how it was essential to a relationship in order to build trust. They had to be vulnerable enough to love each other the way they deserved.
Rest assured, Bobby spent the rest of his days assuring her exactly how he feels.
Which is deep, unencumbered, trusting love.
I hurt myself writing this. Now I have to wake up with puffy eyes. This turned out to be longer than I expected, man.












