Barty was a very confident boy, he had people on him left and right—he nearly found them pathetic, I mean seriously, him?

and then there’s you, your pretty little self had some relationship issues. You met barty, spent the night with him..then yeah, what’s more to say?

There’s no one that can really compare to him, he’s so—so..him, he doesn’t care about what other people say or think. He just does what he does.

yet even after that night you still hold this rivalry against him, like he hates you so now you hate him back. He didn’t, but hey he can play along.

“you wanna talk ‘bout it now?”

His legs were spread out on a piece of furniture at some random party, honestly he only went for the drinks so he didn’t pay attention to who’s it was.

he didn’t specify what he meant, but it could only mean one thing, or two..like the night you guys shared together—or this whole attitude you have against him.

It’s hot, he can’t deny that, but it’s damn near aggravating too. So you either stop being a little brat, or you can just—leave.

And leave meaning don’t even look at him, he can be a bitch too, if you’re gonna play this game he will as well.

but who’s gonna give in first?