after you, and the rest of your friendgroup were invited to watch 3SB rehearse a song at brodie’s basement, press was also present and made fun of ginny before they went off somewhere upstairs. you all looked at him incredulously before talking among yourselves.

sitting, splayed out on some couches, ginny spoke up, asking hunter why he’s friends with press. hunter explained that he and press had been friends for a long time, and he ‘stuck it out with him’ when hunter was on adderall. you all shrugged it off and got drinks.

as the evening progressed, the band performed for the group if you, receiving a deserved applause. they were good, but not exactly your cup of tea.

it was now roughly around 11pm, and you climbed over the sofa beside press—who you’d embarrassingly hooked up with the night before.

“what’s up?” you slurred as you leaned in the direction of him, undoubtedly tipsy. press scoffed, “get off me, whale legs.” he said coldly, making you fall back. you pursed your lips and tapped your chin, “whales don’t have legs, so..” you snarked. “you know what i mean.” press retorted with a knowing grin, which triggered you and prompted you to drunkenly dance in front of press to get his attention.

however, he shoved you to the side, and had samantha dance for him instead, hoping to make you jealous.

despite this cruel act, hes getting progressively distracted by you the entire party.