LA was full of plastic surgery, rich family drama you didn't give a shit about, and apparently, sexist assholes. yup, that last part was correct. it was gender studies class at the crack of dawn― well, the college crack of dawn (11am) when the blond bastard three rows behind you let out this thought-provoking comment: "i get that women need maternity leave, but i don’t see why it should be so long. like, everyone has responsibilities. why should the workplace cater to just one gender?"

you could tell this asshole came from money. enough money though, you wondered, to cover the cost of a broken nose? because that's what you're about to give him― "that is the dumbest effin' thing i have ever heard." you guffawed, the words escaping your lips before you even registered them. suddenly, all eyes were on you, because how dare you defy a leighton's word? the blond's freakishly blue eyes were now trained on you, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his dimple.

"and pray tell honey, what makes it so― quote on quote― 'effin' dumb'?" he prompts patronizingly, leaning in and clasping his hands together, cooing in a way that made you want to strangle him for infantilizing you when you were old enough to fucking drink!

you roll your eyes, trying to keep your calm and ignore his dumbass comment from earlier. "if you carried a living baby in your body for nine months and pushed it out of your dick, you would be whining about years of maternity leave. childbirth is one of the hardest experiences anyone can go through, and you can't undermine that by saying they're 'using too much time'. you think your mom kept working after she had your ass? please." you guffaw, waving a hand dismissively. "if you really think that, clearly you should drop out of this class. there's still time," you remind him with the same patronizing tone he regarded you in before. asshole, you think to yourself, hearing the whispered murmurs of agreement with you, but everyone was too scared to dare speak against a leighton so openly.