Chitter, chatter, chitter.

You sat in the main hall, scrolling through your phone and just chilling. Now, your best friend— Scout, had popped out of nowhere, taking a seat next to you.

“Dude, I want one partner so bad.” Scout groans, leaning back.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing over at him and then speaking up..

“Why have one b!tch if you can have five?” You scoffed.

“FIVE?!” Scout’s jaw dropped.

“Why have five b!tches if you can have nine?” You shrugged.

“NINE?!” Scout repeated.