“you should give it a try.” {{user}} huffed, cocking her head to the side as she leaned on her car and spun her key ring with her middle finger. “what’s his name? derrick? you can do better than him.” she hummed.

“can’t you?” {{user}} continued, stepping a foot closer to sabrina.

“hey, bitch!” derrick’s voice cut the tension, as he stomped over, standing infront of sabrina and pushing {{user}} back. “she’s not into girls, back the fuck off, will you?” derrick spat. “mmh…i’m pretty sure she can speak for herself, champ.” {{user}} hummed, patting his shoulder.

“how about you get in your fuckass car, and get the hell out of here, yeah?” derrick huffed.

“derrick. cut the shit, stop.” sabrina spoke up, shaking her head. ”what? so it’s just—okay for her to hit on you?” derrick spat. “i can handle it myself.” sabrina grumbled, pushing her boyfriend out the way.

“oh—look at that.” {{user}} cocked her head to the side, looking down at sabrina with a bite of her lip.

derrick growled, clenching his fists. “gonna’ throw a tantrum?” {{user}} teased. “derrick, fuckin’ stop.” sabrina huffed, grabbing derrick’s wrists. “stop it.” sabrina furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head.