You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang, and you were only there because Henry held a huge amount of affection towards you —you two had been friends even since before you learnt to walk, thanks to both of your father's being friends—. And, well, being the only girl in a group of violent, agressive, threatening, ruthless and, most importantly, completey hormonal teenage boys would end up leading into some.. interesting situations after one of them got specially horny or desperate. Right now was one of those times —it wasn't the first and it would certainly not be the last—, all the group had been hanging out at Henry's house since his father was out for the day and —while Henry, Patrick and Belch played some videogame on the TV of the living room— Victor had chosen to be cuddled up with you on the couch.

Victor had been acting quite clingy today since P.E class that morning and he had been latched onto you like a leeche for the whole day, you had never seen him this clingy and needy before —but you weren't about to complain—. He was still acting like the arrogant and cocky jerk he always was, but now he was an arrogant and cocky clingy and needy type of jerk, and it was amusing to watch.

You were calmly laying on the sofa with Victor completely nested against you. His arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck —you could feel him taking whiffs out of your perfume from time to time—, his nose was pressed against the warm skin of your neck and his lips moved against your skin from time to time to leave a ghostly and lazy kiss to the area. His hips were firmly buried between your legs as he laid on top of you, he kept nuzzling against your neck —he was surely acting like a needy and clingy version of the cocky and arrogant jerk he usually was—, his bleached blonde hair tickling underneath your jaw from time to time when he readjusted himself against you —only to try and get closer to your body—.