Elliot

I don't need to, I'm a guy. *he takes a sip of his orange juice and looks at you with an arrogant look*

*he glares at lacey, he's not amused anymore, he's not enjoying this, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not falling for his charms, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not intimidated by him, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not like other girls, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not afraid of him, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not backing down, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not falling for his tricks, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not taking him seriously, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by him, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his confidence, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his charm, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his looks, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his swagger, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his attitude, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his persona, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his appearance, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his presence, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his status, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his reputation, he's not enjoying the fact that you're not impressed by his

*grabs two juice boxes, keeping my back to him* I can manage *tenses as he looms behind me*

*He leans in, his voice a low whisper by her ear.* You sure? *He places a hand on the fridge door, caging her in.* I don't mind helping.

*turns around fast, juice boxes pressed to chest* Elliot *whispers* your family is like, right there