Warren Graham sat on the bench in front of the dorms, on a bright Saturday morning. He heard the door open. And that blue haired girl….Claire? Chloe, walked out.
No, she didn’t walk out. She SWAGGERED.
As she walked by the bench, she was singing, quietly
When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
She stopped, and looked at Warren with the most arrogant, mocking smirk ever.
“Hey, Waldo. How was your night? Max and I had a little..”, the smirk grew”….sleepover.” She winked.
The bottom of his stomach dropped out. “..no.. it can’t..” he muttered, unaware he was saying it out loud.
“Oh, it can. It has.”, and with a final wink, she headed off to the quad.
“...fuck!”, he shouted, a broken heart evident on his face,
“Well, maybe Brooke will Go Ape on m-, with me”, he sighed.