Jia didn't actually understand Jack's psychology at all. She thought that he was a bully, which was sort of what he portrayed himself to be. It was a mental image that he projected onto the world with his actions. But a bully got off on hurting other people. Jack, on the other hand, got off on being fucking hilarious. It just so happened that not everyone shared his sense of humor. But really, if he didn't find what he did funny, he wouldn't really bother to do it. Okay, there was the whole thing about pushing people away which seemed pretty important to him as well, but there wasn't a good reason why he couldn't be amusing while he did it. It was just part of his whole... southern charm aspect. Or some shit like that, he really didn't know what the fuck people from the south had about them quality wise which they thought made them charming, but that was another problem altogether.
"I don't understand why I do it? How many people really understand what the fuck they're doing and why, Suzy?" Jack said with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, biologically speaking, you have so many signals going to your brain that you're not even conscious of, pheremones that you're putting out whenever you see a hot guy that they pick up and put out their own to, and your body responds to it. Jesus, even kissing is simply a biological litmus test to see if two people are compatible from a dna mixing perspective. So no, I'm pretty sure I don't actually fully grasp all the intricacies of why throwing a goddamned squirrel is fucking KICK-ASS. But you know, I really just sort of go with it." Jack said with a light shrug. "Maybe if you stopped thinking that you know everything about everything you might learn to loosen up and just enjoy life too instead of concentrating on that giant log inside of your ass."
"Jesus Fuck, Suzy, I hope I'm not twelve. Otherwise Chris Hanson is probably going to hop out of the bushes with his Dateline NBC crew and start asking you why the fuck it is you get red faced every time a twelve year old gets too close to you. Or is that maybe what makes it hot for you, little bit of the pedo-phelia?" Jack said the last word really slow as he smirked at her. "Hey now, don't worry, I ain't gonna judge. You wanna go... 'play the guitar' to Hanson or some shit like that, more power to you, I fuckin say.
Jack knew well enough to know that she was forcefully trying to make herself not move when he got close to her, his eyebrows raising a little as he watched her with big eyes, mocking the fact that she was trying to keep her face super serious to not actually let on the fact that she was bothered by his closeness. She seemed determined not to blink for the sake of not blinking, metaphorically speaking, and while Jack found a staring contest ultimately interesting under the right circumstances, he didn't particularly find any form of competition with Jia amusing at the moment when she had actually reached down and discovered that she was in fact a woman, and one who was stubborn at that.
"Oh ho ho ho.... truth hurts, huh?" Jack said as he watched her cheeks get red as he mentioned her being a bad kisser. He tsked lightly as he started to walk away from her. "I'm guessing when you ran the kissing booth you probably had to hand out refunds, am I right?" Jack said with a glance over his shoulder as he walked away from her and smirked. Her comment about him caused him to shake his head lightly as he kept walking away from her. He didn't have anything to prove to her, and her own insult was really just a sad attempt at retorting what he had already made fun of her for. "Great comeback, Suze. Top notch." Jack called over his shoulder as he kept walking away from her, ignoring her and setting his mind to other things, like what the fuck he was going to have for lunch.