Bab 425: Road To Turin III

"Why do you care?" Jason scoffed, glaring at Mylo.

"I do care, you're my teammate," Mylo began but Jason didn't want to hear it.

"Cut that shit out, cut it out, I ain't about to hear some bullshit like that from your mouth,"

"You don't like me and I feel the same way towards you, so step," Jason didn't bother mincing words, but he also didn't lose his temper.

"Who said I don't like you though?" Mylo continued like he hadn't heard Jason telling him to quite literally 'get the fu*k out of his sight'.

"Really now? Cuz I could have sworn that I remember you sleeping with a girl I was trying to get together with… you know what, matter of fact, I don't even care no more,"

"Get your punk ass out of my face," Jason clicked his tongue and turned away, not wanting to get into a battle of words with Mylo.

'It wasn't worth it,' he thought to himself and turned away, but even after a few seconds, he didn't hear Mylo walk away.