#trey.

"Look, I get it, molecules and shit, but I'm pretty sure my brain is actually bubbling outta my ears right now," Trey groaned, his hulking frame practically overflowing the tiny library chair as he shoved his chemistry binder away. He flashed a crooked, cocky grin, leaning in until his brawny shoulder brushed against the tutor's arm. "Be a bro and just sign the sheet saying I was here; I'll get you past the line at the house tonight."

“   gently   .   ”   homme   grumbles   as   he’s   sat   on   the   couch   ,   letting   femme   tend   to   the   bruises   and   cuts   encountered   during   his   match   tonight   .   “   not   sure   if   you’re   really   takin’   care   of   that   shit   or   just   fuckin’   with   my   head   .   ”

“   are   you   busy   tomorrow   night   ?   ”   comes   simple   question   ,   turns   from   where   he   sat   to   gaze   over   at   the   women   across   him   .   phone   is   placed   on   the   kitchen   counter   as   he   awaits   her   response   ,   eyes   mindlessly   wandering   along   woman’s   features   .   “   think   you’ll   be   able   to   watch   my   match   ,   tomorrow   ?   ”