Jia Li noticed the way he’d looked at one of the college women that had glanced at him, but she didn’t care. She just wanted him gone. The dryad didn’t need him to drag down her mood. However, when she demanded to know why he was there, he smiled his snarky little smile at her, and it pissed her off more than if he’d just frowned. Part of her wanted him to feel shitty the way he always managed to make her feel.
“Don’t patronize me, Jackass.” She said. Her voice was lower so she wouldn’t make a scene, but he would still be able to hear her over the music. Plus, she was amused at the play off his name. It worked so perfectly for how she felt about him. However, her face wouldn’t reveal that. The only thing he would see was her glare.
Then he told her she needed to chill, and he started trying to psycho-analyze her. Jia Li’s olive eyes moved to follow Jack’s gaze. He saw a muscular guy who looked like he could be on one of the football or lacrosse teams look back at them. She didn’t see the appeal in the thoughtless wink he passed to them. He didn’t understand the way he’d just been referenced, but he just went with it. It only seemed to make his intelligence look even smaller than it probably was.
Then he brought up the memory of his lewd touch. Her cheeks reddened, but it wasn’t a coy blush. She was still incredibly pissed at him, even more so now that he had the audacity to remind her of how he’d taken advantage of her. Her hand still clutched the plastic cup filled with ice, and she wished it contained an actually beverage that she could dump over his head. However, that would also mean that she would mess up Kay’s couch, and she didn’t want to do anything that would make life crappy for her newfound friend. Besides, she really didn’t want to make a scene.
“Yeah. There are still seats left because no one wants to take a ride down that track.” The dryad countered. Jia Li didn’t want him to see how much his comment about his touching her had affected her. She wasn’t going to just ‘chillax’ with him. She didn’t want anything to do with that bastard. He had sort of hit a good point, though. She could have just avoided him. No, she couldn’t. If she’d done that, she wouldn’t be able to convince him to leave, and he would just remain a blight on her fun at the party. “What are you really doing here? You made it very clear the other day that you don’t care about anyone but yourself. You don’t really seem like the mingling type.”