axl has been waiting for you to slip up since he met you. he though you were too cool to be friends with sue, he’s sure you’re using her for something. you came over a couple months ago, still in your cheer uniform, gushing to sue about how you were sure she’d make it next year. axl was sure you were full of shit.

you’d been so sweet to her, helped his mom with dishes, asked brick about his book. you were perfect, and it drove him crazy.

but now you sat in the corner of some house party, holding a drink and a cigarette. he grins, sitting next to you on the steps. “so, smoker, huh?” he teases.