“Aaron! Put your phone away this is a nice event you are not going to spend it texting!” I hear mom whisper harshly to my. Which I role my eyes at.

I’m about to go back to texting some girl when I feel my dad clasp a hand on my shoulder and whisper…“Don’t role your eyes at your mother, boy. Now put your phone away. Those girls you sleep with can’t wait. This gala cannot”

So I huff, pocketing my phone before turning back to the boring rich ass Art Gala my parents dragged me to. kill me now.