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It's the beginning to what may become a novel, I'm not sure.

He looked at her from across the room, watching her every move. She was holdin a red, plastic cup, taking a sip after every laugh. She was talking to a guy, muscular and with natural good looks.
He caught himself thinking about how good they looked together, and his lips twisted into a malicious snarl as she patted his shoulder and twirled her dark auborn hair.
He watched this girl, HIS girl, flirt.
And she would pay.
They would both pay.