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Jonas took Quin's phone and input his number inside of it. He then texted himself from Quin's phone so he could get his number on his phone. He could feel Quin's eyes on his bulge once again, it the thought of it made him smile. The raven-haired teen chuckled to himself as he handed Quin's phone back to him. He then looked over at Casey and saw his glare. If looks could kill, Jonas would be six feet under by now from the hatred that emanated from Casey's eyes. He loved it. He hadn't seen someone this angry in a while, and it made him very intrigued in the violette. He listened closely to everything Casey had to say to him, staying silent throughout his entire rant.
And then he smiled. That snide, mischievous, sly smile. He enjoyed this side of the violet-haired teen. He could see that he was fiercely loyal, and much more temperamental than he let on. It wasn't only Quin causing the bulge in his pants any more. Casey had just gone from boring to sexy in a single, angry rant. Jonas watched as Casey leaned back. There was no way in hell he was going to let him have the last word. Jonas leaned in to talk to Casey again, but not before flirting with Quin a bit more. "Oh, don't mind us Quin. We're just telling secrets about you." He said, not completely lying to him.
He then shifted his attention to Casey. "My, my, where did all of that come from? I never would have taken you for the angry type." Jonas told him, his voice as soft as silk, but as toxic as a cobra. "If you want to give tips on being a good friend, I have one for you. You tell me to keep my cock to myself, but isn't it up to you to help Quin get some action? What kind of wingman are you? Unless..." It all clicked for Jonas. The epitome made the pale teen smile mischievously once again. "Unless you don't want him to hook up with anyone because you want him for yourself. That's it, isn't it?" Jonas said, knowing he was right. Perhaps it was time to flirt with Casey a bit.
"I'm not your enemy, Casey. In fact, I can help you get what you want. If you want Quin, I can get you Quin." Jonas told him. "You know, jealousy isn't a pretty colour on most people, but damn is it sexy on you." He told the violette, giving him the same look he was giving Quin earlier. "So what do you say? Friends? Give me your number and I'll help you get the hunk." Jonas told him. He wasn't completely lying to the violette. He was willing to help Casey get Quin...he just didn't tell him that he was going to share him.
Jonas leaned back, adjusting that hefty bulge of his once again as he smiled at Quin, this time just a simple, friendly smile. He handed his phone to Casey, waiting to see if he would take him up on his offer or not.
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