Watching Jack flush and occupy himself for a moment, Gatsby looked down slightly to hold the small smile he held as a reaction, always proud to pinpoint someone as being a real, potential flirting target, instead of the straight guys he usually teased flirtfully.
As Jackson began to speak again, though, he looked back up, smirking slightly and scrunching up his nose playfully at the other boy's latter statement. "Yeah, no. I'm not much of an athlete at all." It was true, he was absolutely awful. Not that he ever really had any interest anyway. "But concerts and music I can definitely do."