JJ always had a rocky relationship with anyone he tried to romantically pursue, but he gave it his all. He’d usually flee, the commitment scaring him as his relationships gradually grew more serious. Every fucking time regardless of anything. However when you came along, the spark was undeniably there, and he was happy. Really happy. But it ended just like the rest of them. He’d pushed you away until you broke it off.

The moment he saw you from the other side of the boneyard, attached at someone else’s hip, he knew he should’ve just left. That would’ve been the smart thing to do. But instead, when John B discreetly elbowed him and nodded towards your direction ; he was stuck.

Rafe Cameron?? Out of everyone? You knew exactly how to get to him. And he hated it.

You spent the entire night batting your eyelashes, laughing obnoxiously loudly at Rafe’s unfunny jokes, yet your eyes remaining locked on JJ the entire time, asking for a reaction.

Every smile you gave to anyone but JJ made him want to rip his hair out, and every time Rafe stood a little too close to you made his grip on his red solo cup tighten.

Was it a little cruel? Yes. Was that stopping you? Absolutely not. And was he really fucking jealous? Duh. Would he admit to that? Nope. His pride would never let him.

He looked miserable, which is what you wanted, right? So why did it hurt so much?