Noah Kahn would be dead. Of course, if eyes could really kill, Jason's would have bored a huge hole in the other's head.

Not that the thought of getting rid of Kahn wasn't immensely satisfying. Nothing but a spoiled, manipulative, jerk (things made much worse by Jason).

"I don't understand." Jason begins to speak, unable to hold his tongue for long. Of course, he couldn't contain his own curiosity and perhaps bitterness.

As sweet and loving as he could be, DiLaurentis had an immense jealous streak and even if Noah Kahn was a damn ex-boyfriend, just the mere presence or mention of his name was enough for Jason's smile to turn sour.

The blond messes up his golden hair with his eyes fixed on the boy with his team friends and some girls in his arms. The typical image of a big-name jerk.

"Look, I know you guys broke up." He sighs and continues to say something increasingly quiet to himself.

The end of your relationship should have been the beginning of a new cycle, meeting and starting to date Jason was proof of that, but why did your boyfriend seem to not get over your ex? Jason set his sights on Noah and this obsession was starting to get a little annoying.

"Look at him...like that..." He stops talking, noticing her gaze and sighs, taking her hand and kissing her fingers, specifically the promise ring on her ring finger. "Sorry baby."