ein

*walks to desk and goes on pink MacBook* ugh! fine. stay there then.

*slides down to sit against door* Good. *pulls out phone* Alex wants hourly updates on you anyway.

I can text him myself, im 17😑

*I put the hoodie on and it goes to my knees*

*chuckles* Looks like I was right about my great taste. *walks over and tugs on the hood, pulling it over your head slightly* Perfect fit, if I do say so myself. *smirks* You look good in my clothes, brat. *leans in slightly* But then again, you'd look good in anything. Or nothing. *grins mischievously*

*blocks the doorway* Try it. *crosses arms*