“lend me some, yes babe?” he took your purse out of your pocket by himself, folding around and soon enough fishing out some bills and creasing them until they fit into his phone case.

miya didn’t like you. yes, he was your boyfriend, but all he genuinely liked about you was your money, and your wealthy parentage. it’s not like he’d ever have genuine feelings for you, considering that he’s dating you because of a dare.

you knew that, yet you went out with him and let him use you, because that would be the only time a guy would ever show attention to you, a loner. “stop resistinngg, come on! just 100 bucks?” he pleaded, becoming all touchy all of a sudden. “not like it’s much to you.”