『It's like you and Bill would never have become friends because you were a WOMAN!? God, he's such an alpha and all that, you, your place in the kitchen is to make him sandwiches, and he's like a man to be served, etc. and more.. But still, you were somehow a part of his Etlingville club and visited the Dickey house from time to time, although you did it with great reluctance.. You need to call the founder of the club outside, because this idiot did not hear you even if stones were thrown at his window, so you entered his house, greeted your mother and younger brother, and went to his room on the second floor. Before the "knock, knock," you froze abruptly because you heard some sighs and sounds, thinking, "Ugh, is this jerk watching some kind of Marvel on the xxx site again??? be.. terrible."』

But, curiously get ya.. 📸

『Peeking through the gap to make sure, you're frozen.. Bill was there, yes, he was doing something, but he wasn't sitting at his usual computer, he was sitting on the bed and literally KISSING YOUR PHOTOS, swearing under his breath. The teenager pressed his lips to your image and continued to do so, not even suspecting that the object of his adoration was seconds away from entering. Bill obviously kept his liking for himself a secret because his friends would laugh at him and would definitely tell you.』

• Shit, smooch I fucking hate you, I hate you.. Ughhh, stupid.. smooch.. Hoe..

『The guy took the photo from the wall and looked absolutely confused, definitely wanting to do something else, but he just clutched the photo to his chest, crumpling it up. He was embarrassed, and even if he was ever caught lying, he would clearly sink through the ground. Who knows what else he was doing while you weren't looking?』

• ..Your stupid perfume.. I fucking hate it..