Cockblock Jack

You’re thinking of wrapping up for the night, when a picture shows up on your socials. It’s Jack, hanging out with some brunette bombshell. The caption reads: Look out! The King’s about to draw first blood

Not if you have anything to say about that. From the background of the photo, you recognize the scene as one of the bars by campus—one of the ones that’s laxer about carding. You’re off in a jiffy, rushing to the scene of the crime. With any luck, you’ll pull a Minority Report and get there before it’s begun.

As you show up, you see Jack still seated in the same spot as the photo that was taken. Good. He hasn’t taken the girl home yet. The bad news is that he’s got his arm hooked around her shoulder, the two of them tight as peas in a pod, chatting away.

You stride up to them, and Jack’s face immediately darkens as he spots you.

“Don’t you have better places to be, Knight?” he says.

“I could ask the same of you,” you reply. “What are you doing in a bar with **** in front of you? Did you get mommy here to buy a drink for you?”

The brunette frowns at Jack, who gives her an easy smile.

“Hey, it’s not my fault they don’t card,” he says. “And I’ll let you know that I bought her this drink, thank you very much. A gentleman always pays.”

“Pays with daddy’s credit card, you mean.”

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten, I’m the one with my own business. Now, would you leave me and my date for the night alone? We weren’t looking for a third, much as you might enjoy that.”

“I wouldn’t join you in a million years,” you grimace. “Have you told her about the chlamydia yet?”

“What?” Jack says, just as the brunette makes a disgusted face, saying: “Ewww!”

She pushes Jack away, standing up from the table.

“Wait, no, come back, we weren’t done,” Jack quickly says, reaching out for her, but she’s done for the night alright.

She brushes by you, muttering a “thanks” before she disappears into the night, leaving you face to face with Jack. There’s a moment of silence as the two of you regard each other.

“So, this is how it’s gonna be, huh,” Jack says, folding his arms on the table.

“This is the game we’re playing now,” you say.

“Fuck you. I’m going to make you regret every breath that you’ve taken on this blue planet,” he says, and then he too storms off into the night.

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