How to Destroy a Badboy
Although I have to admit both of them are most likely dumb in the same line, I hate saying the word dumb when food is served fresh and hot in front of me, so I’ll say some better statement and say that they are both just lacking intellectual acuity.
“You know what?” I began pointing the fork I’m holding to her. “F.O!”
“Fuck off?” She gave me a mad, confused look purposely blinking to show how spot on her mascara with the cafeteria’s lighting.
“Friendship over, you dimwit!!” I growled at her, and she just smiled guiltily at me as we started devouring our food before it gets any colder.
“FO? I think it should be UFO,” Zach butted in speaking while his mouth was stuffed.
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