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It was way past Brock's shift, but they were still in her dad's shop, working on a car. Van Halen was playing on an old stereo in the corner quietly, Carla was leaned against the front of the car while Brock messed around with the engine, standing next to her.
"It's way past your shift, y'know.. You do have a house." She pointed out quietly, a small smile on her face, although she was glad he was here.
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Brock looked up from the engine to over at Carla, he smiled and shook his head. "Why be at the house when i could be here. Fixing this car." He said with a slight chuckle as he continued to mess around with the engine, he grabbed a tool that he put aside to use on the engine.
After a moment of silence he stood up and placed the tool down before then grabbing a rag instead to wipe the oil off of his hands. "Plus you already know i work overtime almost every day." He leaned against the car as well and looked at Carla.
The black hair girl walked to the front of her best friend’s house she’d push the door bell as the black hair girl twirled her long piece of hair she wanted to go to a party with Brock like they always do.
“come on Brock” she’d say sighing
Within a couple of seconds Brock opened the front door. He raised an eyebrow at the girl on his porch. "Oh hey, Lyra...? What's up..?" He inspected the girl's face, and the way she twirled her hair.
Brock could only image what she was trying to pull him into now. But even if it was the most outrageous thing in the world he'd probably...most likely still agree on going with her.
She’d take a deep breath “took you long enough and I wanted you to come with me to a party” she’d say walking past him and going up to his room sitting down on he bed.She’d look around his room looking at the picture of him and family members she spotted the photo of them at store and smiled showing her dimples,
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Brock closed the door and followed Lyra. He sighed, "A party? Again?" He ran his hand through his hair. "Alright I suppose I could go. Just let me change my shirt.." He said as he looked down at his motor-oil stained shirt from working at the car shop, he then walked over to his closet.
"Do you even know who's throwing the party or no..?" He asked Lyra as he looked through his closet.
“yea you know I love party’s” she’d say watching him rummage through the closet “and Lucy smith the blonde one who has a crush on you “ the black haired girl would pick at her nails she’d always despise Lucy but she never showed it because she didn’t wanna seem jealous about the crush situation.
Brock pulled out a shirt and took it off of the hanger, before then changing into it. He looked at Lyra and frowned, "Really? Lucy, that girl creeps me out.. Shes always staring at me and trying to talk to me." Brock really didnt like the Lucy girl either.
Brock grabbed his leather jacket off of his bed and put it on. "Alright, Im ready." He said as he adjusted the collar of his jacket.
Lyra huffed “ I think she might just be weird in general” Lucy always tried to embarrass Lyra or wear super short skimpy clothes to Impress Brock she’d say pulling her self up off the bed as she walked down stairs “finally I thought we were gonna be here all day oh yea your driving bud” she’d say messing with his hair
Brock nodded his head, "Yea definitely. Shes really weird.." He cringed at the thought of that Lucy girl..she really just irked him in every way possible.
Brock grabbed a pair of keys off the table. "Well i usually drive dont I..?", He smiled at Lyra. "We'll have to take the truck through. Im usually ride is getting worked on." He explained as he opened the front door of his house quietly.
“Well let’s hurry before all the good booze is gone”
Lyra knew that he always drive she wanted to drive but she didn’t feel like it the whole Lucy thing slipped her mind as they left out the house and got into the car,. She’d start picking at her short skirt and fishnet’
Brock stayed concentrated on the road ahead of him as he drove. He was a little concerned for himself that he actually knew where Lucy lived..but in his defense the girl lived in a pretty well known area. Brock had parked the truck a little further from the house where the party was being held, he knew better then to park so close...because last time he did some asshole spray painted on the truck and it took him hours of scrubbing just to get it off.
Brock pulled the keys out before then getting out and walking over to the other side of the truck to open the door for Lyra. "Well here we are. Try not to get to drunk this time." He said with a hint of concern for her. "I really didnt have a fun time with you puking all over me last time.."
“Omg I thought we were over that Brock “she’d say getting out fixing the skirt “and I promise I’ll try not to “ they started walking up to the house the loud music blasting from speakers all over kids making out on the front porch ,cups on the lawn just like a typical house party ‘Lyra would grab a drink for him and her’
“don’t be lame this time” she’d say walking off
Brock smirked at Lyra, "Yea, im definitely not over that.. Im pretty sure I had throw those clothes away after that." He said with a slight chuckle. Brock moved around the crowd of people to try and follow her.
"Lame?" He felt a little butt hurt at her words. Alright maybe he was a little lame a lot of the time..but he just wasn't really the party hard type of guy. "I wont be lame. I just dont want to have a million drinks."
“Whatever makes you happy” Lyra would drink her first cup of booze before moving onto the next, she had already started to feel tipsy she used to being drunk but she pushed it off, she’d walk around drinking and socializing with kids that go to school with her, later on that night she was completely drunk she had been talking with this dude named “Ray” she was pretty sure he put something in her drink but she couldn’t tell,later she could be seen about to go upstairs with the dude everyone,had seen it one of Brock teammates had seen it and told him’
Brock wouldn't even have noticed if it weren't for one of his teammates, he was very grateful for them pointing it out though. Before Lyra could even step on the stairs, Brock gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the stairs and the dude. "Woah. Lyra, you ok..?" He asked with a concerned tone.
Brock looked at the Ray dude, his jaw tightening slightly as he then walked away while pulling Lyra along to a more quiet corner of the party. "Seriously though, are you ok..?"
The black hair girl walked to the front of her best friend’s house she’d push the door bell as the black hair girl twirled her long piece of hair she wanted to go to a party with Brock like they always do.
“come on Brock” she’d say sighing
Within a couple of seconds Brock opened the front door. He raised an eyebrow at the girl on his porch. "Oh hey, Lyra...? What's up..?" He inspected the girl's face, and the way she twirled her hair.
Brock could only image what she was trying to pull him into now. But even if it was the most outrageous thing in the world he'd probably...most likely still agree on going with her.
She’d take a deep breath “took you long enough and I wanted you to come with me to a party” she’d say walking past him and going up to his room sitting down on he bed.She’d look around his room looking at the picture of him and family members she spotted the photo of them at store and smiled showing her dimples,
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Brock closed the door and followed Lyra. He sighed, "A party? Again?" He ran his hand through his hair. "Alright I suppose I could go. Just let me change my shirt.." He said as he looked down at his motor-oil stained shirt from working at the car shop, he then walked over to his closet.
"Do you even know who's throwing the party or no..?" He asked Lyra as he looked through his closet.
“yea you know I love party’s” she’d say watching him rummage through the closet “and Lucy smith the blonde one who has a crush on you “ the black haired girl would pick at her nails she’d always despise Lucy but she never showed it because she didn’t wanna seem jealous about the crush situation.
Brock pulled out a shirt and took it off of the hanger, before then changing into it. He looked at Lyra and frowned, "Really? Lucy, that girl creeps me out.. Shes always staring at me and trying to talk to me." Brock really didnt like the Lucy girl either.
Brock grabbed his leather jacket off of his bed and put it on. "Alright, Im ready." He said as he adjusted the collar of his jacket.
Lyra huffed “ I think she might just be weird in general” Lucy always tried to embarrass Lyra or wear super short skimpy clothes to Impress Brock she’d say pulling her self up off the bed as she walked down stairs “finally I thought we were gonna be here all day oh yea your driving bud” she’d say messing with his hair
Brock nodded his head, "Yea definitely. Shes really weird.." He cringed at the thought of that Lucy girl..she really just irked him in every way possible.
Brock grabbed a pair of keys off the table. "Well i usually drive dont I..?", He smiled at Lyra. "We'll have to take the truck through. Im usually ride is getting worked on." He explained as he opened the front door of his house quietly.
“Well let’s hurry before all the good booze is gone”
Lyra knew that he always drive she wanted to drive but she didn’t feel like it the whole Lucy thing slipped her mind as they left out the house and got into the car,. She’d start picking at her short skirt and fishnet’
Brock stayed concentrated on the road ahead of him as he drove. He was a little concerned for himself that he actually knew where Lucy lived..but in his defense the girl lived in a pretty well known area. Brock had parked the truck a little further from the house where the party was being held, he knew better then to park so close...because last time he did some asshole spray painted on the truck and it took him hours of scrubbing just to get it off.
Brock pulled the keys out before then getting out and walking over to the other side of the truck to open the door for Lyra. "Well here we are. Try not to get to drunk this time." He said with a hint of concern for her. "I really didnt have a fun time with you puking all over me last time.."
“Omg I thought we were over that Brock “she’d say getting out fixing the skirt “and I promise I’ll try not to “ they started walking up to the house the loud music blasting from speakers all over kids making out on the front porch ,cups on the lawn just like a typical house party ‘Lyra would grab a drink for him and her’
“don’t be lame this time” she’d say walking off
Brock smirked at Lyra, "Yea, im definitely not over that.. Im pretty sure I had throw those clothes away after that." He said with a slight chuckle. Brock moved around the crowd of people to try and follow her.
"Lame?" He felt a little butt hurt at her words. Alright maybe he was a little lame a lot of the time..but he just wasn't really the party hard type of guy. "I wont be lame. I just dont want to have a million drinks."
The black hair girl walked to the front of her best friend’s house she’d push the door bell as the black hair girl twirled her long piece of hair she wanted to go to a party with Brock like they always do.
“come on Brock” she’d say sighing
Within a couple of seconds Brock opened the front door. He raised an eyebrow at the girl on his porch. "Oh hey, Lyra...? What's up..?" He inspected the girl's face, and the way she twirled her hair.
Brock could only image what she was trying to pull him into now. But even if it was the most outrageous thing in the world he'd probably...most likely still agree on going with her.
She’d take a deep breath “took you long enough and I wanted you to come with me to a party” she’d say walking past him and going up to his room sitting down on he bed.She’d look around his room looking at the picture of him and family members she spotted the photo of them at store and smiled showing her dimples,
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Brock closed the door and followed Lyra. He sighed, "A party? Again?" He ran his hand through his hair. "Alright I suppose I could go. Just let me change my shirt.." He said as he looked down at his motor-oil stained shirt from working at the car shop, he then walked over to his closet.
"Do you even know who's throwing the party or no..?" He asked Lyra as he looked through his closet.
“yea you know I love party’s” she’d say watching him rummage through the closet “and Lucy smith the blonde one who has a crush on you “ the black haired girl would pick at her nails she’d always despise Lucy but she never showed it because she didn’t wanna seem jealous about the crush situation.
Brock pulled out a shirt and took it off of the hanger, before then changing into it. He looked at Lyra and frowned, "Really? Lucy, that girl creeps me out.. Shes always staring at me and trying to talk to me." Brock really didnt like the Lucy girl either.
Brock grabbed his leather jacket off of his bed and put it on. "Alright, Im ready." He said as he adjusted the collar of his jacket.
Lyra huffed “ I think she might just be weird in general” Lucy always tried to embarrass Lyra or wear super short skimpy clothes to Impress Brock she’d say pulling her self up off the bed as she walked down stairs “finally I thought we were gonna be here all day oh yea your driving bud” she’d say messing with his hair
Brock nodded his head, "Yea definitely. Shes really weird.." He cringed at the thought of that Lucy girl..she really just irked him in every way possible.
Brock grabbed a pair of keys off the table. "Well i usually drive dont I..?", He smiled at Lyra. "We'll have to take the truck through. Im usually ride is getting worked on." He explained as he opened the front door of his house quietly.
“Well let’s hurry before all the good booze is gone”
Lyra knew that he always drive she wanted to drive but she didn’t feel like it the whole Lucy thing slipped her mind as they left out the house and got into the car,. She’d start picking at her short skirt and fishnet’
Brock stayed concentrated on the road ahead of him as he drove. He was a little concerned for himself that he actually knew where Lucy lived..but in his defense the girl lived in a pretty well known area. Brock had parked the truck a little further from the house where the party was being held, he knew better then to park so close...because last time he did some asshole spray painted on the truck and it took him hours of scrubbing just to get it off.
Brock pulled the keys out before then getting out and walking over to the other side of the truck to open the door for Lyra. "Well here we are. Try not to get to drunk this time." He said with a hint of concern for her. "I really didnt have a fun time with you puking all over me last time.."
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The black hair girl walked to the front of her best friend’s house she’d push the door bell as the black hair girl twirled her long piece of hair she wanted to go to a party with Brock like they always do.
“come on Brock” she’d say sighing
Within a couple of seconds Brock opened the front door. He raised an eyebrow at the girl on his porch. "Oh hey, Lyra...? What's up..?" He inspected the girl's face, and the way she twirled her hair.
Brock could only image what she was trying to pull him into now. But even if it was the most outrageous thing in the world he'd probably...most likely still agree on going with her.
She’d take a deep breath “took you long enough and I wanted you to come with me to a party” she’d say walking past him and going up to his room sitting down on he bed.She’d look around his room looking at the picture of him and family members she spotted the photo of them at store and smiled showing her dimples,
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Brock closed the door and followed Lyra. He sighed, "A party? Again?" He ran his hand through his hair. "Alright I suppose I could go. Just let me change my shirt.." He said as he looked down at his motor-oil stained shirt from working at the car shop, he then walked over to his closet.
"Do you even know who's throwing the party or no..?" He asked Lyra as he looked through his closet.
“yea you know I love party’s” she’d say watching him rummage through the closet “and Lucy smith the blonde one who has a crush on you “ the black haired girl would pick at her nails she’d always despise Lucy but she never showed it because she didn’t wanna seem jealous about the crush situation.
Brock pulled out a shirt and took it off of the hanger, before then changing into it. He looked at Lyra and frowned, "Really? Lucy, that girl creeps me out.. Shes always staring at me and trying to talk to me." Brock really didnt like the Lucy girl either.
Brock grabbed his leather jacket off of his bed and put it on. "Alright, Im ready." He said as he adjusted the collar of his jacket.
Lyra huffed “ I think she might just be weird in general” Lucy always tried to embarrass Lyra or wear super short skimpy clothes to Impress Brock she’d say pulling her self up off the bed as she walked down stairs “finally I thought we were gonna be here all day oh yea your driving bud” she’d say messing with his hair
Brock nodded his head, "Yea definitely. Shes really weird.." He cringed at the thought of that Lucy girl..she really just irked him in every way possible.
Brock grabbed a pair of keys off the table. "Well i usually drive dont I..?", He smiled at Lyra. "We'll have to take the truck through. Im usually ride is getting worked on." He explained as he opened the front door of his house quietly.
The black hair girl walked to the front of her best friend’s house she’d push the door bell as the black hair girl twirled her long piece of hair she wanted to go to a party with Brock like they always do.
“come on Brock” she’d say sighing
Within a couple of seconds Brock opened the front door. He raised an eyebrow at the girl on his porch. "Oh hey, Lyra...? What's up..?" He inspected the girl's face, and the way she twirled her hair.
Brock could only image what she was trying to pull him into now. But even if it was the most outrageous thing in the world he'd probably...most likely still agree on going with her.
She’d take a deep breath “took you long enough and I wanted you to come with me to a party” she’d say walking past him and going up to his room sitting down on he bed.She’d look around his room looking at the picture of him and family members she spotted the photo of them at store and smiled showing her dimples,
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Brock closed the door and followed Lyra. He sighed, "A party? Again?" He ran his hand through his hair. "Alright I suppose I could go. Just let me change my shirt.." He said as he looked down at his motor-oil stained shirt from working at the car shop, he then walked over to his closet.
"Do you even know who's throwing the party or no..?" He asked Lyra as he looked through his closet.
“yea you know I love party’s” she’d say watching him rummage through the closet “and Lucy smith the blonde one who has a crush on you “ the black haired girl would pick at her nails she’d always despise Lucy but she never showed it because she didn’t wanna seem jealous about the crush situation.
Brock pulled out a shirt and took it off of the hanger, before then changing into it. He looked at Lyra and frowned, "Really? Lucy, that girl creeps me out.. Shes always staring at me and trying to talk to me." Brock really didnt like the Lucy girl either.
Brock grabbed his leather jacket off of his bed and put it on. "Alright, Im ready." He said as he adjusted the collar of his jacket.
The black hair girl walked to the front of her best friend’s house she’d push the door bell as the black hair girl twirled her long piece of hair she wanted to go to a party with Brock like they always do.
“come on Brock” she’d say sighing
Within a couple of seconds Brock opened the front door. He raised an eyebrow at the girl on his porch. "Oh hey, Lyra...? What's up..?" He inspected the girl's face, and the way she twirled her hair.
Brock could only image what she was trying to pull him into now. But even if it was the most outrageous thing in the world he'd probably...most likely still agree on going with her.
She’d take a deep breath “took you long enough and I wanted you to come with me to a party” she’d say walking past him and going up to his room sitting down on he bed.She’d look around his room looking at the picture of him and family members she spotted the photo of them at store and smiled showing her dimples,
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Brock closed the door and followed Lyra. He sighed, "A party? Again?" He ran his hand through his hair. "Alright I suppose I could go. Just let me change my shirt.." He said as he looked down at his motor-oil stained shirt from working at the car shop, he then walked over to his closet.
"Do you even know who's throwing the party or no..?" He asked Lyra as he looked through his closet.
The black hair girl walked to the front of her best friend’s house she’d push the door bell as the black hair girl twirled her long piece of hair she wanted to go to a party with Brock like they always do.
“come on Brock” she’d say sighing
Within a couple of seconds Brock opened the front door. He raised an eyebrow at the girl on his porch. "Oh hey, Lyra...? What's up..?" He inspected the girl's face, and the way she twirled her hair.
Brock could only image what she was trying to pull him into now. But even if it was the most outrageous thing in the world he'd probably...most likely still agree on going with her.
As the two walked down the sidewalk, discussing what movie to watch later, Carla saw the Derry general store and a lightbulb went on in her head. She squeezed Brock's hand, getting his attention.
"Wanna learn how to shoplift?"
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Brock looked at Carla, his eyebrow raised immediately. Brock didnt know someone had to learn prior to shoplift.
"Learn how to shoplift..?" He repeated. "Why would I need to learn how to do that..?" He asked with confusion.
Although Brock seemed really tough on the outside.. he was a big goody at heart. It was just something he's always been.. even as a little kid.
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hi there! Your dms are moots only so thought I’d ask here.
I rly like ur oc, ace, and i was wondering if you’d wanna rp with my oc Thomas? I feel like they’re similar and would either rly like eachother or maybe hate eachother because of their similarities.
(In my inbox, it wouldn't tell me how long ago you put this in but I hope its not too late to reply! And plus I havent been really active on tumblr but im working on it)
OMGGG YESSSS!!! I'd absolutely love to! And I'll change my dm settings so you can dm me😅 (Sorry about that i didnt even realize!)
Ok, so, actually.. idk why my Tumblr is being crazy but it will not let me change my messaging settings, so.. just like message my other blog @rwottingraven 😅😅😅
hi there! Your dms are moots only so thought I’d ask here.
I rly like ur oc, ace, and i was wondering if you’d wanna rp with my oc Thomas? I feel like they’re similar and would either rly like eachother or maybe hate eachother because of their similarities.
(In my inbox, it wouldn't tell me how long ago you put this in but I hope its not too late to reply! And plus I havent been really active on tumblr but im working on it)
OMGGG YESSSS!!! I'd absolutely love to! And I'll change my dm settings so you can dm me😅 (Sorry about that i didnt even realize!)
To no one's surprise..Colton was as most would say, a idiot. He needed help in almost every subject. Of course he did have his pros, he liked to save his intelligence for something worth his time.
Colton stared at the person across from him. A blue pen place between his teeth..the cap of the pen was already clearly chewed up like a dog had gotten to it. " You supposed to be my new tutor, huh..? "
He said "new" because he had already had a million previous tutors that quit. He was either the cause of their quitting..or because they had given up to try and help him. But if you were to talk to any of his previous tutors..they'd all immediately say that he was a major pain in the ass.
"yep!" She says with a lopsided smile she didn't want to be here right now she wanted to be anywhere but here didn't look like the type to be a tutor and if any of her friends caught her she would never live this down.
"I'm ronette or Ronnie as some annoying people call me!" She says clicking her tongue those annoying people were her “friends” but more like the people she just hung out with Ronnie really didn't have any genuine friends no one she could truly talk to about her problems without being judged.
Colton raised an eyebrow, and he spat out the pen before speaking again. "Alright, Ronnie.. Im Colton.." he said. He had no faith in the girl. He was a hard guy to tutor, and he had a feeling the girl would try to quite within nearly a days worth. It didn't matter to him, though. His education..didnt matter. Colton sat there wondering how he'd end up making this new tutor quit this time.
To no one's surprise..Colton was as most would say, a idiot. He needed help in almost every subject. Of course he did have his pros, he liked to save his intelligence for something worth his time.
Colton stared at the person across from him. A blue pen place between his teeth..the cap of the pen was already clearly chewed up like a dog had gotten to it. " You supposed to be my new tutor, huh..? "
He said "new" because he had already had a million previous tutors that quit. He was either the cause of their quitting..or because they had given up to try and help him. But if you were to talk to any of his previous tutors..they'd all immediately say that he was a major pain in the ass.
“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?” (Eddietrashmouth, Charlie to Colton)
Colton looked around the room, before then looking back at Charlie. "Uh, nah. I think its just you.." he said with a raised eyebrow. He inspected them carefully.
"You ok..? Don't pass out on me, or something...alright..?" He said sincerely.. he seriously didnt want to see someone pass out on him. Bringing someone unconscious to the nurses office..wasn't really what he wanted to do today.
"I'm just gonna lay down for a second." Charlie said and laid down on the bench next to her.
She rested her head and touched her forehead. "Whoa dude, I'm really hot." Charlie squeaked.
Colton looked a little panicked as he watched Charlie lay down on the bench. He looked around frantically as he tried to see if anyone would notice...but unfortunately no one was really near. "Uh..ok. Its probably best that you do so.." Colton honestly didnt really know who to deal with anyone who was feeling sick or something like that.. he barely knew how to take care of himself.
Colton rubbed the back of his head. "What do you want me to do..? Do I need to bring you to the nurses office..?" He asked as he waited Impatiently for Charlie to answer.
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❛ i can't believe you'd say that to me. ❜ (To Ace from Chloe) (Eddietrashmouth)
Ace looked at chole, and he slowly thought back to his words. Did he saysomething wrong and not notice. Ace felt guilty now.
"Uh, Chole. That's not what i meant." Ace said, trying to redirect himself and apologize. "Im serious.. I didn't mean it like that." He said softly and seriously.
"Oh you didn't mean it like that? What did you mean it like then?" The girl sighed, arms crossed over her chest
Chloe blinked. "Did you really not mean it like that?" She asked biting her lip.
Ace sighed softly. "I meant it in a way nicer way then that." He said as he looked at Chole in a way that almost begged for her forgiveness. "It sounded way better in my head.. but in the end it just came out sounding really rude and disrespectful.. I really sorry."
Ace nodded his head a couple of times. "Yes, im serious. I didn't mean it like that. I would never mean to say something so mean to you" he continued to look at Chloe.
Pandora was dancing around drunk with another drink in hand
Her parents were at home watching her kid as usual she was never the responsible type as she's dancing around she bumps into someone or maybe someone bumped into her she's not really sure
"shit!" She says looking at her shirt that know has her drink all over it.
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Ace was always on for crashing parties. Any party he heard of he was there. He was surprised that he'd never gotten told to get out at any party he crashed...maybe it was cause everyone was too drunk to fucking notice, or maybe they just didnt care. Either way Ace didnt care either, he was just happy his poor ass actually got access to free drinks and all that shit.
Ace hadn't even noticed that he bumped into someone until he heard the swear leave the girls mouth. He felt a little bad for being the reason the girl got her shirt dirty....he hoped she wasnt some bratty rich girl who would make him pay for the damage. "Oh fuck.. im really sorry..." he said trying to sound apologetic so the girl wouldn't freak out on him.
She takes a deep breath slightly annoyed looking up at the boy "it's fine I have more clothes at home anyway." She says the only good thing that came out of being a mom this young was that she learned to be a little more patient.
"don't think this one's going to come out..." she says under her breath sighing slightly disappointed that her drink has been ruined along with her new shirt.
Ace let out a big sigh of relief. He was really glad he didnt have to owe someone anything... but at the same time he still had his doubts about the girl. "Well that's good to hear. Again im really sorry." Ace tried to sound as apologetic as he could..even though he wasnt really good at it.
He tensed at the girls words. "Ah shit.. That's really unfortunate. I feel like an asshole now.. it was a really lovely shirt.." his hand went up to rub the back of his neck in an embarrassed way.
