James cornered you outside the café, his jaw tight and eyes burning with anger.

“You think I don’t see what you’re doing?” he snapped. You think you're so hot you can just go steal everyone's girlfriends?"

You frowned. “James, I’m not trying to—you think I'm hot?" I smirk.

“Cut the crap!” he blushes “She’s my ex. You think I’m just going to stand by while you worm your way in?”

You took a breath, meeting his glare. “I think it's sweet that you care so much."

He's beat red "Stop! I know what you are doing."