Jealous?

Here's a short original I wrote for fun. The charecter of Finnick Wonder-boy was taken from the Hunger Games. Enjoy!

~~Warning: There is cussing and sexual referrences in this. FYI.

Where was she? His eyes scanned the room, but only the few who knew him well would know how intently he was focused on finding something. Her. There she was! Instantly his hand tightened around his wine glass, a muscle tightened in his jaw. What was she doing talking to Finnick Wonder-boy? They talked far too much lately in his opinion.
He watched in dismay as the surly look slipped off her face, and she got that trying-not-to-smile look on her face, and rolled her eyes good-naturedly. Finnick Wonder-boy grinned and offered her something from the palm of his hand; she took and ate whatever it was. Someone mumbled for him to move so they could pass and he stepped to the side, his eyes still fixed on the couple on the far side of the room.
Finnick Wonder-boy leaned in and whispered something in her ear, and she laughed. She laughed! It was short and small, but still! She'd never once laughed at anything he said! She'd almost never even smiled. Most often she scowled and was in general irritated in his presence, like someone was forcing her to be there. And Finnick Wonder-boy! Who did he think he was? If he'd ever tried to whisper in her ear like that, she'd elbow him in the gut, at the very least! He realized he was holding his glass tight enough to shatter it. They were still talking…
Then without warning, Finnick Wonder-boy slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a lip-lock kiss. Crack! The glass exploded all over him, dripping wine over his shoes and the floor, embedding glass shards in his hand. He waited for her to pull away, to smack that arrogant bastard Finnick Wonder-boy like he deserved. But she didn't. She didn't move until Finnick let her go, and even then she merely rolled her eyes and turned away from him. Of course he leaned over her shoulder, trying to regain favor. She pushed him off, but she wasn't really into it. He could tell. If she really wanted Finnick Wonder-boy to leave, she drop-kick him in the gut. But she didn't. He didn't get it! She never kissed him, and only reluctantly allowed him to kiss her, but only in bed, and she acting like it was kissing a cockroach.
He felt like he was barely a step away from throttling that…that…scumbag, man-whore Finnick Wonder-boy. How dared he? How dared he lay a hand on her, kiss her with those filthy lips that had been across the abdomens of half the women in the Capitol alone?
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't notice her until she was standing next to him.
"What's gotten into you?" she asked, taking a sip from her wine glass. "You look like you swallowed corrosive acid."
"None of your business," he growled. "And what the hell is up with Finnick? He ought to know better than to kiss you."
She gave him a long look. "Finnick knows where he stands with me," she said at last, taking another sip of wine.
Spots of red swam before his eyes. She really valued Finnick Wonder-boy over him? He'd MURDER that stupid punk!
"Well you sure make it clear where people stand with you," he snarled.
She looked him up and down, taking in the busted wine glass, the furious expression, and her lip curled in disgust. "You're jealous," she said. "Jealous of Finnick."
"Jealous of Finnick Wonder-boy?" he said in disbelief. "What does that man-whore have that I could possibly want?"
"My attention," came the short reply.
He was so close to losing it and breaking into a full-scale yelling match with her in the middle of the crowded room.
"You think I care about your attention? What would I want with an arrogant little slut who's hardly half my age?" he shot at her.
Her jaw got that familiar set that meant she was ready to kill him. As it was, she said, "Then I suppose you won't miss my company tonight. Or the night after that. Or until I bloody well feel like it." She turned sharply on her heel and strode away, leaving him fuming on his own.
Great. Now she was going to find Finnick Wonder-boy and they'd have a party tonight while he was alone. Just great. Why does everything in my life get fucked up?