“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
That made her snort out a laugh. “Jesse is — was — my first boyfriend. My only boyfriend, ever. Before I met you. He, um, he found out something about me that made him hate me, and — but I can’t just avoid him. We have classes together.”
“So, he’s a giant sack of dicks is what you’re telling me?” he asked, even though the question was clearly rhetorical. “You don’t have to give someone attention just because you share a class together. Ignore that bastard.”
“Why does nobody believe me when I say that he’s not a bad person?” Summer muttered, burying her face in her hands again. “I /don’t/ pay attention to him, but he seems to want to occasionally pay attention to me.”