“Because!” Jackson bursts out, tossing out his hands. “It’s Luca f*****g Grant, Jesse! Even I had heard of him, and I haven’t heard of anyone! And he’s…he’s good with women! And he can talk to her, and make her laugh! And he’s like…good looking, or whatever! How the hell am I supposed to compete with that!?”
Jesse stares at Jackson for a long moment before a slow grin starts on his face.
Jackson scowls, hating him a little bit. “What?” he snaps. “What are you smiling about? Are you laughing at me? Seriously!?”
“I’m not laughing at you, Jacks,” Jesse says, shaking his head but continuing to smile. “It’s just – you have no idea what you have going on, do you? This bridge you grew up under, did it not have a mirror?”
Jackson just stares at Jesse for a long moment before he c***s his head
