filthy. rich. spoilt. rotten.

Is that sarcasm I hear? I thought only I spoke that language. Do you need a band-aid? I have green ones with dinosaurs on them. Don’t judge me.

Alright, alright. Perhaps I could be a bitter nicer. Hopefully you didn’t skin your knee on your way down.

Aw, I appreciate the concern. Now I truly feel loved. Unfortunately though, my knee is scraped a bit. Tragic, I know.

I don’t get out at all. I live through my brother and his wacky stories.

That, my friend, is no way to live. Do something spontaneous. Sleep with someone you'll never see again. It's liberating, really.

I have, actually. FYI, your hair falls out and you get fat.

Oooh, you got me. My insults are weak, but not entirely false.

Hey, I can only take so many hits.

Which would be simple considering you’re wearing nothing but those skimpy boxers. 

Take your mind. Pull it out of the gutter.

I hope I didn’t burn your ego. You’re much too beautiful to have a bruised ego.

Nobody can see the ego though so a few little bruises from your weak insults wont crush it. The only thing that matters is what's on the outside.

Yes. Someone really messed up your ‘do. And now, you may never get into another Delta’s pants.

I wouldn't say never. It might take a little bit to get my mojo back but I think I'll be fine. Thank you for your concern, though. Much appreciated.

Ah, but you’ve only did girls before. Let’s just say I’m much more resilient. 

I think this is becoming more your desperation to get into my pants.

Through her tears Lila could see see a boy, and it sounded like he was trying to say something to her. But Lila could hardly hear anything over her crying. It wasn’t until she felt his hands on her face did she knew what he was doing. He was trying to help her. She didn’t know him, but he looked like he wanted to hear what was wrong. Lila wasn’t afraid to talk about her life or her feelings, but she was a little surprised that someone she didn’t know wanted to hear. Lila tried to calm her breathing down. Finally she was ready to talk. “I was going to be a big sister. I’ve always wanted a sibling, and I was going to have a sister. Then something happened, and now I’m not going to be a sister.”

Ashton settled down next to her, leaning against the tree with a frown. He bit his lip, torn between wanting to get it over with and actually wanting to console her. At least enough so that she would be a bit less of a mess. "I..I'm incredibly sorry to hear that. But I wouldn't lose hope just yet. There's always a chance that you'll have another opportunity to be a sister, and one day if you choose to be a mother you'll love your children that much more," he said, turning to face her. If there was one thing Ashton was bad at, it was consoling people, but he just hoped he was doing enough. "I'm Ashton, by the way. And I know I could never really understand what you're going through and it probably hurts a lot right now, but I'm going to promise you that it'll get better eventually. Time heals all wounds, right?" He pulled her gently into a hug with a soft sigh.

Fine. You want to fuck me but afraid you’ll get hooked. I’m that good. As demonstrated by the finger blowjob. 

I've fucked a lot of people. Trust me, I don't get hooked. 

A tad slow? I’ve heard about you, sir.

Oh, have you? Was it about that hair cut I got 2 weeks ago because I know, it was horrific.

I’m not one for sloppy seconds. I like to get there first.

You were a tad slow this time around.

And pantsless you is going to get frostbite.

How can you be so sure? Have you come back from the future?

A French word that describes the concept rejecting the truth simply because one cannot cope with the reality that one might be wrong or because one is afraid of the consequences of acknowledging said truth. . 

Again, English please.

The implication wasn’t intended. I’m here to learn how to do what I want to do, not to find love.

Please, everybody says that. You sound like someone that doesn't get out much, because then you'd know college is about so much more.