(The man groaned as they begun sniffling, holding back their tears as he simply stared at his palm. . )
Little prick, I was gracious enough to let it pass. . . Yer' nudity. . Yer' attitude.
(His hand rose, grabbing a handful of their raven-colored hair and tossing them down)
. . . . . . Little fuckin' brat.
I might be yer' friend but I ain't against hitting girls.
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A palm struck across their cheek. . leaving a reddened mark across their face)
Maybe y'know grab a towel too fatass. .
Yer' drenched and yer' panties will be soaked if ya' get dressed like that. .
(Hard to keep his focus with that bulge in his jeans)
she trembled, palms sweaty as they gripped a letter tightly. he was much older โ to be honest she didn't know him that much. she'd heard stories from her brother but she was only actually confessing โ
noticing that @aloofheart has been standing around since he finished practice, the underclass girl looking like she had something to say to the point that it bothered him.
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trent finally gave her attention as he moved his hair out of his face, the size difference between her and the senior massive as he crossed his big arms right in front of her. they were alone in the gym, which probably didnโt help ease her nerves.
, if you could call it that because her friends dared her to.
her cheeks spiked red, stammering and tripping on her words; trying to respond. โ i โ i . . i.. um .. h โ here ! โ she bowed, handing him โ