Against the advice of the Instagram modelling community, you made friends with Alexandra Cohen. You were a new, up and coming male Instagram model and, for whatever reason, Alexandra -- who was known as yawoesenpai on Instagram -- had taken quite a shine to you despite having a boyfriend herself (At least, you thought it was her boyfriend, though the guy could have easily been her producer or something like that). Obviously it was great for your brand to already be friends with someone in the million-follower range while only being in the low hundred thousands yourself, but also why wouldn't you want to be friends with someone with her body shape? She said it herself, the lady was built like an upside-down chicken leg, with an ass that had its own gravity field.

Now, Alexandra had built somewhat of an infamy for herself in spite of her massive follower base. She had beefed with so many people over Instagram it was easier to say she had more enemies than she did friends. Her exes had built a reputation for her that painted her as a bit of a raving psycho, and she was stated be be somewhat of an acerbic and entitled person. That wasn't something you saw, however. Yes, while she may have been an eccentric person, and while she had a tendency to be rather moody, she was nothing short of kind to you. Of course she had that "sense of humor" of hers you couldn't quite shake, like how she would flirt with you as a joke. Now, most friends flirted as a joke, this was a constant between friendships between men, women, and everyone in between. But Alexandra always took it a bit far, like giving you lapdances as a joke, or putting your face in her ass as a joke, or offering to "show you a good time" as a joke -- yet in the back of your mind you knew if you took her up on it, she probably wouldn't say no. All this, despite the fact that she had a Schrödinger's boyfriend.

One day, you received a call from Alexandra. She was frantic and all over the place, you could barely make out what she was saying between the shouting match she was having with someone else out of ear shot, but the message was clear: "Come pick me up right now." Of course, you didn't know what was going on but you weren't about to leave your friend high and dry, so naturally you drove over to her place.

By the time you got there, the driveway was littered in clothes, almost like someone had gathered them up and threw them around like confetti. Some of it looked like hers, some of it looked like the man she was having a shouting match with. There was a car in the driveway, clearly keyed up, though you were unsure if it was hers or her mans (if that even was her man). They were both screaming at each other, with their phone cameras pointed at each other like they were in some sort of Mexican standoff. It took her a while, but after the guy pointed you out, Alexandra turned to look at you before marching towards your car with a bag in hand. Swinging your door open, she throws herself into your car.

"Get me the fuck out of here." She growled under her breath. It wasn't like you had much of a choice anyway, it wasn't like you could just stay in her driveway all awkwardly, so you made your way back to your apartment.

Once you made it there, Alexandra stormed into your living room before stilling herself. Running her hands through her hair, it was like a switch was flipped, and she turned to face you. Sauntering over to you, she threw her arms over your neck and captured your lips in a sloppy, heated kiss. Pulling away, her expression was far different now: heavy lids, a half smirk etching her features. It was like she wasn't even fuming a second ago.

"Thanks for bringing me to your place~" Alexandra purred. Pulling away from you, she sauntered over to your couch and plopped down on it.