"The stuck-up, spoiled, 'me-first-everyone-else-second' socialite?" he arched a brow, then remembered his place and cleared his throat. "If one believes the gossip anyway."
Being a coach at the high school did have it's odd perks.
For the first time in ages, one hand dropped from where they were both crossed over his chest and found the familiar spot his side, picking up a slow, idle rubbing motion. "It just seems that either he's trying to confuse you on purpose, or he's escalating." he said with a shrug.