Jett watched, standing by his car as Jamie locked the door and walked towards him with that sexy strut of his. He smirked when he noticed the slight limp in his walk.
He didn't tell Jamie where they were going. Just told him to wear something nice and went outside to wait for him beside his car with that familiar confident smirk and soft eyes.
Something nice that Jamie wore consisted of a bright woolen blue sweater and faded jeans with white converse. It didn't even bother him anymore, Jett found it cute, which was weird because he hated stuff like that.
Oh Jamie, you have no idea what you've done to me.
Jamie got to him and gave him a glare, "What are you looking at?" He snapped.
Jett couldn't help but chuckle. "You."
He grabbed Jamie and pinned him against his car, pressing hard against his back.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jamie whisper yelled at him.
"Nothing." Jett replied with a naughty chuckle.
