Sour Fish suits him.

He can fuck off. I don’t have time for this.

... No.

Get it away.

I’ve arrived at the party. My cheek is still red but it’s fine ig

What’s the point in coming home?

Someone tell Miss President of Everything that her opinions aren’t wanted here.

No, honestly, I kinda don’t. As I’ve said before, I see no use being there.

Perhaps I will. And believe me, I will leave you alone. It’s not my problem.

Whatever. I don’t need them anyway. Not anymore. I’m done.

K. Don’t think I’ll need to.

Guess I’ll just be staying in my car?

Maybe I should just get drunk.

She’s gone.

Feeling is mutual.

Oh most definitely. Except that she prefers to be on her own and the others can fend for themselves. But yes he also gives her a headache.

Damn bitch just had to ruin the party, huh?

//I called Valencia out

She’s bored.