Beauty school

*He sees the text and the wagging tail, his own smile faltering slightly.* Someone popular, I see. *He tries to sound casual, but there's a hint of dejection in his voice.*

that's my boyfriend for ya

*He stares for a second, the playful energy completely draining from his face.* Oh. Boyfriend. *He looks down, a forced, awkward smile appearing.* Right. That's... cool. I, uh... *He clears his throat and quickly turns to set the guitar on its stand, his back to you.* I should have figured.

*He turns to leave, his hand on the doorknob.* If you need me, I'll be with someone who knows how to be quiet.

Someone quiet? *laughs softly* Good luck with that.

*He pauses with his hand on the doorknob, glancing back over his shoulder.* I don't need luck. *A cold, empty smile touches his lips.* I just need to find someone more interesting than you.