He knew it wasn’t his damn business what you got into, hell, he hardly knew ya. But he had seen it, noticed your heart eyes at that cocky prick Austin Theory. Watched you wait up for him, be there for him, constantly come check up on him to try and make the relationship work. And every week he watched that mush mouth throw away a treasure he didn’t even know he had.

“Personally, in my opinion sweetheart…”

He started knowing it wasn’t his business but after watching Theory basically leave you high and dry yet again, and seeing your dejected face he walked over, his feet moving before his brain even processed what he was gonna say. Looking at where you sat on some crates, leaning up against the black and silver boxes.

“Pretty people like you, don’t mix well with immature boys like toothpick over there.” He offered pointing his finger at where the other man had walked off. A part of him wanting to dry your tears away completely.