Dawson laughed at Andie, shaking his head. They always had a good time together, knowing how to get the other going. "I just want to win because I am better, which I am, just to be clear. Just petty enough for community service if we get caught." He winked at her, walking towards the smell of coffee. "Oh, I have a story. I am pretty sure I won Valentine's Day. I got Jamie fucking Park, she let me paint her."
"Fine, fine... no dirty tricks, just raw talent. And your unquestionably bouncy curls. Oh! And your exceptionally perky ass, we can't forget that. But yeah, all of that together, equals you being better and therefore winning. Ugh, they better not make us wear orange," she laughed as they headed towards coffee. Dawson was ridiculously hot. Like pretty boy hot. It was sickening. "Big talk-," she started to tease before her jaw dropped! "Wh- Who... Jamie fucking Park? What do you mean? Like- Like thee...? I think I'm going to pass away."
















