Alpha Zac
“Try to brush it off but it keeps on goin', Covered in scars and I can't help showin', whippin' in..”
Post Malone, I let out a chuckle.
She stops, and I hear her heart rate pick up.
“Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep blowin'” I finish the verse, Off-key, I am sure.
She's quiet, it's quiet, the only sound being the shower running.
With a swipe and a squeak, a set of emerald eyes locked onto me from a small cleared spot on the door.
“Well Alpha, are you going to continue the concert from the cheap seats or jump in the mosh pit?”
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