All the men stop when they see a group of fück-boys surrounding their girls and shouting like crazy as they take turns emptying their pockets. Marissa has a guy practically drooling over her, and Kyle and Matt have to restrain Conner from launching himself at the dude.
“What the fück did we miss?” Conner said, nearly speechless.
“Those little shïts!” Patrick exclaimed, pushing forward to see what was going on. Kyle grabbed him while keeping one hand firmly on Conner’s bicep.
“Wait, look,” Kyle said, eyeing the guy who had shoved himself aggressively against Emma while emptying his pockets near her. Emma grinned and eagerly snatched something from the table. The other guys groaned, and the girls did, too.
“I think Emma just won the round. None of them are mine, but whose stupid idea
