44- Chocolate

Who the fuck is she??

Okay, guys, I just had this mind-blowing idea! What if, dun dun dun! Stradella and Channing were fighting in the locker room because they both like her?

Carl is cute and all but he's soooooo-

I repeat, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE??!!

On a scale of one to a thousand, my woman intolerance number would be a minus zero because how the fuck is this any of their businesses?!

You see something pretty, you like it, you fucking appreciate. That's the fucking problem with women. They don't appreciate. They think everything is a fucking competition.

It's one reason I see them all as idiots.

"Twelve thousand likes, Mel!" I say, shoving my phone into his face "That's more than what even I have gotten!"

It's his account, which for the first time since we opened it, is actively gaining something but he doesn't even bother to look at the screen "C-Cool"

I pout, taking my phone away from him before turning to Cream and shoving it to his face "What do you think?"

He doesn't answer.

Fine.