---Other Half---
(Seamus's Point of View)
I sat in Mrs. Belle's room with clenched fist. I couldn’t pay attention to the lesson if I wanted, or needed, to. All that was running through my mind was that my little jewel was put down by that obviously promiscuous girl.
The girl had the nerve to practically throw herself at me before she even gave me her name. How could she possibly believe she was better than my beloved? The very thought of it both pissed me off and sickened me at the same time.
That girl had absolutely nothing on my Gemma. She wasn’t nearly as pretty, and she obviously had the lesser personality of the two. Whoever she was, she couldn’t compare to my little mate. I hoped for her sake. and maybe even my own, that I would not ever have to hear her speak that way of her aga
