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Jonas couldn't help but roll his eyes when Quin mentioned laying a hand on Casey. "I don't know why you'd think I'd hurt him. If I wanted to injure him, or you as a matter of fact, I would have already. I'm not here to fucking hurt you." Jonas said, a bit annoyed. Sometimes people really annoyed him. Always so cautious and hostile around him, as if he had done something. All he had done was flirt a bit with Quin and offer Casey to help hook him up with the red-haired stud, yet somehow they thought he was dangerous. "And if you meant if I put a hand on him in the flirtatious manner, I'll repeat what I said. If I wanted to fuck either of you, I would have done it by now." He told the both of them truthfully.
"So, we heading out or what?" The pale teen asked impatiently as he pulled on the car door handle. It was clear that he wasn't in the mood for all of this questioning and hostility. "Look, we need to get out of here now. I'll tell you both what's going on once we get to Quin's place. The longer we stand here, the greater danger you're in. So, let's get going before anything bad happens." He told Casey and Quin.
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