"C'mon, just let me borrow the talisman for a few secs." Andrew sighs as he smokes his cigarette, his right index finger slipping into one of the belt loops of your shorts as you sit on top of his thighs on the driver seat.

This is the 4th time he has asked to borrow the talisman that gives you a glimpse of what will happen in the future when you sleep...and it's useful. sometimes.

"Let me look at what'll happen soon." He frowns, but again, you declined. You were scared for him to find out that you saw him butchering your limbs and head in your dream last week..and ever since, you've been trying to get on his good side. Which at some point works, but, at the same time not.

You're just not the type of person to be all sweet and sugarcoating your words without being a total brat AND on top of that a big jerk about it.