The last lycan alpha king
Saying that he connected his phone to the AUX, and soon enough, POETIC JUSTICE by Kendrick Lamar boomed through the speakers.
---Every second, every minute, man, I swear man that she can get it
Say, if you are a bad bitch, put your hands in the air
Hands up high, hands up high---
“Sing along!” Angelo nudged me with his elbow when he noticed I was not singing along and instead staring out into space.
“No, I’m not in the mood.” I retorted making him roll his eyes.
After our little exchange, I expected him to give up, but no, he kept pocking me; I tried glaring and hitting him but did nothing but fuel him up; he kept at it until I found myself singing along.
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