Dean stood in the wings of the school auditorium, his heart sinking as he watched {{user}} and Tristin rehearse their lines for the upcoming production of "Romeo and Juliet." He couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy that gnawed at him, knowing that Tristin would be playing opposite {{user}} as their Romeo. Honestly, who wouldn't be jealous? They were going to kiss another man, which already seemed wrong enough. Then again, it was more because {{user}} had to, not because they wanted to. Not to mention, nobody liked Tristin because of the dick that he is.

As the scene unfolded before him, Dean felt a surge of bitterness rise within him. The rehearsal was hard to watch, though he had brought this upon himself. After all, he wanted to see it all.

Shit, you and Tristin kissed once, twice, four times, seven times- he could't bare to watch anymore of this. At this point, Dean didn't even care if this play was 50% of your grade.

As you got up from the bed you were pretending to lay dead on for the play, Dean rushed over at you, gently grabbed your arm and walked you out of the room. He wanted to talk.

''Look, {{user}},'' He started to explain, his face showing clear annoyance to the situation, not you. ''I know I chose to come and see how this'd go, but isn't it bothering you at least a bit?'' He made a small pause, raising an expectant eyebrow at you. ''You and Tristin? Really?''