Jett stormed outside, the rain hitting him hard the moment he stepped under the dark sky. His eyes surveyed the area quickly, but his eyes couldn't find anyone with the height and colorful outfit he was looking for.
"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, rushing to his car in the parking lot and fumbling to reach the key in his pocket.
He slid into the car impatiently, hand slamming hard on the wheels in frustration. He was mad at everything. Mad at himself for behaving like a total idiot, presenting himself as a dipshit, and for realising all of that now.
Jamie had been right. What was wrong with him? Why did he always lose himself around him? Despite the fact he was good with self control.
But with Jamie, it was another story. A second in the same space with him, and his head would be on fire. It had been that way since the moment he set his eyes on him. He always managed to drive him mad at every chance he got.
