He froze. He actually froze, starbucks in his hand, bag over his shoulder and he froze, staring at two people talking by the fountain. One of them, was a slender, red-head girl in a green dress. She was possibly one of the prettiest girls Jean had seen since at Trost. And she was talking with a guy. Who just so happened to be Jean's boyfriend. Wait. Talking was a huge understatement. She was /flirting with him/ and it made Jean's blood boil. He went to them, shooting the girl a glare.
Marco, was always quite oblivious. âOh, well you have to take the first left off campus, then itâs about a half mile down the road and you should see it on your right. Look carefully though because i missed it the first few times the beginning of the year.â he laughed lightly as he scratched the back of his head. He didnât know the girl was flirting with him, he wasnât always so aware to flirting unless it was with jean.
Being a thickhead as he was, it took Jean a few minutes to notice his boyfriendâs distress. When he did though, he tugged on his han, making him stop and look at him.
"Hey, MarcoâŚ?" He asked, raising his chin gently. He wasnât sure why Marco was upset like this. Was it that Jean kissed him? That it was in public?
He looked up and down at him when they stopped, his eyes still a little sad. "What?" he asked gently with a soft pout on his lips. he squeezed his hand back in his own larger one.
"I wasn't flirting jean..."Â
