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#57 He Gets Jealous 2

#57 He Gets Jealous 2

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Ashton:
You and Ashton decided to go out that night. Both of you liked drinking, and you had spent all day in bed, so it was time to socialize, at least a little bit.

You arrived at the club and danced a few songs up close together, until you yelled, "I need a drink," over the music to Ashton, who nodded.

You both made your way through the people on the dance floor to a calmer part of the club. you waited at a table while Ashton went to the bar to get you two a drink. You watched as Ashton tried to get the attention of the bartender, and smile to yourself when he once again, was ignored.

"You've got a beautiful smile," came a voice. You looked in the direction it came from and saw a guy around 25 years old, standing near the table. He had a drink, and he just looked friendly, not creepy or greasy.

"Thanks," hou said, enjoying the compliment.

"Mind if I join you for a moment?" he guy asks, and you frown slightly.

"My boyfriend is coming back in a little bit with drinks.." you say, making sure the guy knows that this isn't headed anywhere. You had no problem having friendly conversation with the guy, but you didn't want him to think he could take you home or anything like that.

The guy sat down in the chair across from you and smiled, "No problem, you just seemed nice to talk to." And you smiled back, wondering why he was being so nice if he wasn't expecting anything. You scanned the bar and found Ashton, still waiting to order the drinks. You turned back to the guy and introduced yourself. You ended up arguing with him over whether or not 28, his real age as you found out, was too old to be spending time in clubs.

"Honestly, I feel like the oldest guy at the party who doesn't get what the young kids are talking about," he said, taking a sip of his drink.

He looked sort of embarrassed and added, "I mean, people my age are supposed to start being boring and going to bed early. Not talking to beautiful women in bars," he finished.

"Stop! 28 is still young. Its not like you're 50 and sitting here looking at all of the 20 year olds. That would be creepy," you reply, but he still looks convinced.

You reach out and touch his hand, reassuringly, "Seriously, you're not old at all."

You say, looking him dead in the eye so he knows you're telling the truth. He smiles in response, holding eye contact.

A throat clearing interrupts the eye contact and you look to find Ashton standing there. He hands you your drink, but refuses to look at you.

"Hey, Ash, this is-" You begin but he grabs your arm and pulls you from the chair. Not violently, but enough so you can tell he means business. You look back apologetically and your friend and force Ashton to stop pulling you.

"What the fuck, Ashton?" you say, taking your arm back. He still isn't looking at you, so you grab his chin and make him face you.

"Seriously, babe, what's the matter?" yiu say, your voice softening. Ashton moves your hand from his face and takes a few steps then retraces them back to face you.

"I don't appreciate you flirting with some guy while I'm getting you a drink," he says firmly.

"Flirting? I told him right out that I had a boyfriend, Ashton. It was just a conversation. That's it. There was no flirting or attraction involved," you reply, crossing your arms but remembering you were still holding a drink in your hands. Ashton laughed, but in a way that was condescending.