You were partying quietly with your friends, until one hit your arm and pointed impatiently to the side; Argon was making out with a girl on his motorcycle.

You were nothing, in fact, the only relationship you two had was friends with benefits, nothing more, you knew that he didn't owe you fidelity, but it hurt you like hell to see him with other women. You sent him a message complaining about it, although you knew you had no right, his response was a simple;

"We are friends with benefits, we don't have anything serious, so stop being jealous."