alya

*friends start whispering* They don't know anything! *grabs friends' arms* We're leaving! Now! Not because of you! *friends smirk* Just... *turns back briefly* text me when you get home, okay? *hits him again* I mean the jacket!

*catches her arm gently* wait... text you? *grins* thought you hated me

"what's wrong? can't think of a comeback? I thought you were so popular, I guess your friends only talk to you because they feel bad for you"

says the bitch without a father🥱

*she goes silent, her face goes pale and she looks like she's about to cry again*

*looks away* I'll make it worth your while.

But I’m busy (he still looks at his phone)

"busy with what? it's late at night, what could be more important than cuddling with me?"

Clash royal

*starts pulling off his shirt immediately* Strip. Now. *eyes him hungrily*

*you joking right 👍

*raises eyebrow* Do I look like I'm joking? *yanks his shirt over his head*