The two boys kept following you around. One can't stop flirting, the other one kept staring.

"Hey (Y/N)~
Are you made of cake?~
Cause I want a piece of that~"

You look at Noah, seemingly starring into his soul, waiting for the chance to rip him apart.

At least Gregory kept his thoughts to himself. He was starring off to space. Red dusting his face.

"Gregory?"

He snapped out of his daydream, almost tripping over air.

"Uh..yeah?"

"You good? You seem like you're sick..."

"No no I'm...fine.."

"You sure?"

"Yeah.."

(Y'all I'mma be posting VERY short chapters cuz y'all rude mf won't give me ideas for updates 😭🤡)