CLAYTON BERESFORD

“Do I have to go?” He groans, staring at you fluffing up your pretty hair staring at yourself in the mirror in a pretty..short dress for his liking. “Of course you do, you’re my boyfriend.” you state, annoyed at his annoyance. “I don’t even like Blair.” he scoffs “She’s a spoiled brat, and your laying on chanel bedsheets.” He states, justifying how you’re not as much as a brat despite your wealth. “She’s my best friend, she’s turning 17.” You whip your head back to him “besides, she’s losing her card to Nate tonight. i have to be there for support. I also forged your RSVP so you have to come.” His eyes widen, though he expected it. He can’t help but still be annoyed though. “{{user}} you what!”