It was casual. You both agreed on this, yet, your actions were different. His actions were different.

He’s a kook, you a pogue, he’d be damned to let this ruin his reputation. But, you’re a fucking crazy thing, getting all jealous and possessive over him at beach parties. I mean, it’s not like he didn’t find that side of you hot, but damn. You run that pretty mouth so much, you’re gonna get yall both caught. So, he dragged you by your wrist. Sand kicking up as you two walk to a “secluded” area, but it was more obvious than yall thought.

“I mean serious {{user}}, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked you genuinely confused as he took a deep breath sighing pacing around you.

You were silent. Silently fuming. Who does he think he is?

“Are you fucking mental?” He spoke harshly his fingers pointing to his temples in a psychotic way. Too pretty, yet Too crazy.