"Okay, which one of you degenerates added Madam Sarah to the list?" Adrian snapped, holding the paper like it physically offended him.
I blinked innocently. "I thought she is kinda hot!"
Brian slapped his forehead. "She's married, dumbass."
I sighed, dramatically. "So no MILFs? Man, this mixer's gonna be so mid."
Apparently, a mixer is when boys and girls get together, play games, flirt, and maybe figure out if anyone's worth crushing on. Teen courtship, but with snacks.
We were in the boys' locker room— a place for absolute nonsense—changing for afternoon sports.
"Alright, day one of Operation Seduction," Adrian declared, shirtless in front of the mirror, flexing like a low-budget JoJo character.
"You're not seducing anyone with a body shaped like a soggy toothbrush," Brian muttered.
Low key, when he wants to, Brian's got the deadliest punchlines.
"Silence, peasant! These abs are still loading!" Adrian barked back.
