D-DAY
Lol who are you kidding, Jean, you're already living the bad boy persona.
You run a hand through your dark brown locks and turn to the girls with a half-lidded gaze and a smirk that could kill. One of the girls bites her lip and another starts to fan herself. You grin to yourself, knowing very well the effect you're having on them. You strike up a conversation, casually complimenting each girl as you go.
All of a sudden, fucking Brandon comes along and attempts to leech off of your work. He slings an arm around your shoulders and you physically have to stop yourself from either throwing him to the floor or straight up punching him in the face. "Hey ladiesss," he slurs, in the most cringiest voice ever (oh wait that's his normal voice).
-goddammit brandon
-forces you into hosting a party tonight
You run a hand through your dark brown locks and turn to the girls with a half-lidded gaze and a smirk that could kill. One of the girls bites her lip and another starts to fan herself. You grin to yourself, knowing very well the effect you're having on them. You strike up a conversation, casually complimenting each girl as you go.
All of a sudden, fucking Brandon comes along and attempts to leech off of your work. He slings an arm around your shoulders and you physically have to stop yourself from either throwing him to the floor or straight up punching him in the face. "Hey ladiesss," he slurs, in the most cringiest voice ever (oh wait that's his normal voice).
-goddammit brandon
-forces you into hosting a party tonight