Reggie Del Monico was a fucking moron. This was why he rarely extended a friendly hand in the direction of his peers. His moment of human kindness had resulted in his boney ass sitting in the Celibacy Club meeting classroom almost an hour after school and the weeks meeting had ended - all because he had agreed to help Max Fabray design and pass out flyers for the club. Reggie didn’t even like being a part of the club, so why in the hell was he here? “I’m starting to hate you, man,” he said with a sigh before he was resting his forehead against the desk top before him. “Why would anyone want to join celibacy club anyway?” The only reason that he had joined was to try and get his mom off of his back. Ever since his parent’s divorce, she had been riding his ass in more extreme ways than she ever had before - monitoring his friend time, double checking his homework was done, dragging him to various social events as her “date”. It was enough to give him a complex about their mother/son relationship becoming a crutch for Terri, but he didn’t ask questions. She had been through enough. If joining the Celibacy Club stopped him from attending another fucking Banana Splits meeting? He was in. “What do you need me to do?” He asked, knowing that he needed to grow the hell up before Max started getting upset. @maxwellfabray​