To say he was pissed was a massive understatement.

He was fuming. He felt like he might become feral, actually.

Sure, the two of you were angry at each other, but he didn't expect you to go do this.

'This' being flirting with Rafe motherfucking Cameron at a bonfire. Because that was totally the way to go about your anger, ya know?

Your squabble wasn't even that serious. Sure, you were both very...very angry, but it wasn't that serious.

So, here he was. Standing beside Pope and John B with a scowl on his face, completely ignoring the two of them, his hand clutching the cup in his hand as he watched the way you smiled up at Rafe as you took a sip from the red solo cup in your hand. God, he wanted to pummel that bastard.