Jealousy

Sheila's POV

It's been less than ten minutes since she arrived and I was already so irked by the sound of her obnoxious laughter. I glared down at my food, stabbing my piece of chicken aggressively with a fork.

We were currently eating together in the large dining hall, myself, André and this annoying, blond bitch. She never stopped laughing at every little thing André said, as they sat way too close to each other. It annoyed me that I was even bothered about their proximity in the first place. André has the right to flirt with any lady he wants, however he wants and wherever he wants. It not like he owes me any exclusivity.

"Honey, could you please pass me some of those sausages?" The blonde woman said to me with a saccharine smile.

She looked so perfect, like a supermodel or something. Deep, blue eyes the same shade as André's. I failed to see why she wouldn't make the perfect partner for him.

"Thanks, hun!" She said, as I passed her the said sausages, albeit begrudgingly.

I looked