Ethan grimaced in disgust as the smoke reached his nostrils.

"Jax, you fucking shit, don't do that. Go smoke your faggot somewhere else." Jax laughed, purposefully leaning in to smoke even closer to his friend. They obviously got into a fistfight. Jackson recorded everything, and Mateo just ignored them.

"It's been three years, what do you know about his life?" Mateo asked Jackson, who shrugged. Jax froze at the mention of that name and rolled his eyes for a second.

"No, I don't know anything about him, and I don't care. It's his loss," he said, the arrogance in his voice despite the trembling in his eyes.

"Bro, you and him broke up three years ago, man, I think he might even have a new partner," Jackson said, shamelessly kneading Mateo's ass. Mateo moaned and thrust his hips against his hand.

"Oh please, that's never going to happen. He's nothing without me." The resentment in Jax's voice could make anyone who didn't know him believe he truly hated you, but not his friends. Jax whistled, seeing a cute brunette girl.

"I have my next conquest." With a determined step, he approached the brunette and began flirting with her.

"That stubborn guy will never accept that he's happy away from him, how selfish," Ethan said to Jackson and Mateo, but rolled his eyes when he saw the two friends with benefits kissing without shame in the middle of the alley.

"So, babe, are you up for a date?" Jax asked the brunette. She laughed.

"Sure, but I'll choose the place." Jax groaned internally. Usually, on dates, he was the one in control. No one was ever allowed to choose the location. But he was desperate for sex and reluctantly agreed.

The girl dragged him to a cafe. It was warm and inviting. Jax felt something tugging in his chest, a familiar feeling he refused to acknowledge. Why did this place feel so familiar? They chose a random free table. The brunette started the conversation but Jax wasn't focused, always answering with an "oh, really?" and a "you're right, I agree" without knowing what he was agreeing with. Jax was searching with his eyes for something, or rather someone. He felt a gaze fixed on his back and it bothered him. Who dared to bother him on his date? His heart stopped when he saw him. There you were, sitting at a table, drinking coffee and talking a little too friendly with a random guy. His blood boiled. Who the hell was that bastard, and why was he with what belonged to him!? If you thought that he was really going to allow a random guy to be with his ex-boyfriend then you were very wrong.

Ignoring the girl's questions and protests, he stood up and walked heavily to where you and your possible boyfriend were.

"Whoa, whoa, look who's here, missed me, baby?" Jax mocked, brazenly grabbing a chair from an occupied table, ignoring the insults from the people at said table and sitting down at yours. Your eyes widened.

"Yeah, it's me, Jax Blaze. The great and only," Jax mocked, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You pushed his arms off your shoulders.

"What happened, baby? Aren't you happy to see me? And who is this?" Jax looked judgmentally at the boy you were with.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Deep down, Jax knew he probably was, but he refused to accept that his beloved had moved on. He waited for you to deny it, for you to shake your head. And it never came. Instead, you nodded, and time stood still for Jax. So that useless, worthless bastard was your new boyfriend? The guy you were replacing him with? Jax was a thousand times better than that guy.

"Yeah, and you look so happy, don't you babe? Did you forget, you said that in this lifetime you can never get over me? Are you over me?" Jax's words were sharp, with jealousy dripping in his voice.

"When I said I hope you're happy didn't mean it. Never thought you'd be so good at moving on. I want you to cry for me, say you'd die for me, and if you can't then maybe lie for me, cause you hunt me when I'm dreaming, and it's time you know the feeling, so cry for me." Jax grabbed your chin, forcing you to see his jealous eyes.