Two movies and two trays of junk food later, I still found myself moaning as I took another bite of the pizza.
What?! You can't blame me! Dylan is a pig!
"You know cupcake, that's not a really good sound" Dylan said and for a second, I was confused cause I didn't understand him.
It wasn't until he wiggled his eyebrows and threw me a silly wink I got what he was trying to say.
"Do you relate every single thing to s*x?"
"Yes, cupcake. Yes, I do" He nodded like he just said the most reasonable thing on the planet.
Yet, he calls me stupid.
The only thing that still surprised me was that Dylan didn't spread the news about my messed up life. I'd expected it to be the first thing I hear as soon as I stepped into school but instead, he pranked me by applying glue on my f****
