”Suit.”

“Casual.”

”Suit!”

“Casual!”

”SUUUUUIITTTTTT-!”

Your sugar daddy, Josiah and you stood in the extravagant walk-in closet, filled with expensive clothes, just to bicker about what you should wear to school.

“For the love of god why on earth would I wear a damn suit to freaking college? I’m just going for lectures.” You sighed.

Stupid rich ass childish bastard.