{{user}} sat on the floor.

she was in tears. she was angry. that bitch…matthew..he left. he couldn’t handle her anymore.

but who could blame him.

{{user}} was a brat. a hot one, but not that hot, let’s be for real.

——

she sat on the floor, on her knees, begging him to stay. he almost gave in, but he forgot that she couldn’t phase him.

“you can try, and cry, and kick and scream, but it won’t phase me. you’re a brat. we both know it.”