"W-w-wait. She's your girl?" Jack said, frowning.
Towering above him, the teenager who looked more like a pro wrestler scowled at him. "Yes," he said, sounding furious. What was his name? Aster? "What're you doing, hitting on my girlfriend?"
Jack gave him an easy grin. "How was I to know? I stepped into the club and she fell in love. No one told me this beauty was yours." He shot a look at the girl cowering behind her humongous boyfriend. She'd been the one flirting, too, that little lying…
Not that this guy would believe it - he looked the type to defend his girlfriend's honor even if it didn't exist.
"So what? You probably didn't give her a chance to explain!" Aster bellowed.
See? Typical. Although, Jack kind of felt sorry for him. Still… "It's not my fault she looked at me," he retorted, taking a subtle step back.
"I didn't!" Toothiana denied instantly, sounding terrified.
Too much fear in her voice. Jack watched suspicion cross the boyfriend's face. When Jack shrugged in a wasn't-me-bro way, Aster turned to look at Toothiana. "Is that true?" he asked, now sounding worried.
Oh yeah. Guilt was written all over the girl's face.
Jack didn't like the tragic love scene going on here, so he decided to ruin the mood. "It's not your fault you can't compete," he said with a devious smile, aiming for taunting.
From the anger flashing in the guy's eyes, he'd say he nailed it.
Ducking and weaving to avoid the boyfriend's - or ex-boyfriend by now, maybe - punch, Jack left the club as quickly as possible, whistling as he twirled a random metal pole he'd found off the ground. This happened almost every time… why did he only get picked up by girlfriends?
She said she was single! And calling him a nice guy…
Shaking his head in disgust, Jack walked back home, whistling tunelessly. He recalled the look on Aster's face, and laughed. It was so irritating. Maybe next time he came, they'd still be together. Toothiana was so pretty that Aster would probably fall for any story she could concoct.
"If you insist," he murmured, a smirk crossing his face, "Then next time, she's mine."