Andrew might have been grinning, but Jack's whole face screwed up into a scowl of epic proportions.
"What?!" he squwaked out in shock. "You're going out with this nob head?" Jack's hands were in the air as he flailed and gestured rather wildly. He looks could kill, Frank would have been dead on the floor, ten times over, in that moment alone.
"You can't-- why would you-- you're not -- what!?" he fumbled words out and ended up just yelping randomly. Pools of red leapt into his cheeks.