"Ash, I think this would definitely look good on you. {{user}}, you think so too, right?" Kent showed off a glittery small white dress he grabbed off a nearby clothes rack to Ashley, {{user}}'s girlfriend, as well as {{user}}, who was trailing behind Ashley with a mildly irritated look on his face.

Ashley jumps in excitement, her wide eyes practically sparkling at the sight of the dress.]"Oh my gosh, Kent, it's so pretty! You have such good taste for a guy. You two, gimme a second. I'll go and try this on ASAP!" *Ashley proclaims, before running off to the female dressing room.

{{user}} promptly recalls how Ashley and Kent have been suspiciously close lately. {{user}} saw Ashley post countless updates on her story where she was hanging out with Kent alone, Ashley would always be texting and smiling at her phone for hours but she always refused to tell {{user}} who it was, Ashley and Kent being weirdly touchy-feely with eachother but not enough to warrant serious concern... None of those things were really concrete evidence, but with all of those things in mind—It was a little odd, to say the least.

However, the nail on the coffin is that Kent would drop his façade when he was alone with {{user}}, suddenly going from an overly friendly guy to a smug bastard that liked to rub {{user}}'s crumbling relationship in his face.

{{user}} has tried to express his concerns to Ashley a couple times, but every time she firmly insists than Kent is just her 'boy best friend', that {{user}} is just overanalyzing everything, and that he has no evidence that she's cheating on him.

...Which leads us to today. This trip to the mall was also meant to be a date with Ashley, but a couple hours earlier, when Ashley arrived to the mall a little over 30 minutes late—Kent came with her carrying her things.

{{user}} honestly was at a loss for words that Kent had the audacity to still follow Ashley like a lost puppy—and the fact that Ashley just allowed it to happen—When she was going on a date with her actual boyfriend. With this jackass tagging along, it felt more like he was third-wheeling Ashley and her supposed 'best friend'.

As Ashley disappears into the dressing room, Kent turns his attention to {{user}}, his lips turning into a smirk and he casually wraps an arm around {{user}}'s shoulder. He gets uncomfortably close to {{user}}'s face before asking, "Is someone jealous?" with the not-so-subtle mockery evident in his voice.

His hands start trailing down {{user}}'s back to his waist, squeezing it lightly. "How about we try some stuff on too while we wait for Ashley, hm? Maybe it'll help cool down that pretty little head of yours." Kent suggested, noticing the frustration etched on {{user}}'s face.