After a little while of us girls making fun of the neon haired boy, whose name is Keith, they had to leave. Carol and I were still making fun of Keith while Whitty tried to have a somewhat normal conversation with Ruv.
"Hey, wanna see something funny," I whispered to Carol. She looked up at me, grinning.
"You bet," She whispered back. I inhaled.
"Ты чертовски гей!" I yell at the top of my lungs. Whitty started to choke probably on his own spit if he's even able to. (You are fucking gay!)
"Вы пытаетесь издеваться надо мной?," Ruv said in his thick Russian accent. (Are you trying to mock me?)
"No, but I wasn't expecting those reactions to say the least," I responded, looking at Whitty who seemed to calm down. A wave of realisation hit me, that he may have understood.
"Wait. Do you understand Russian, Whitty?" I asked. 'I REALLY hope he doesn't' I thought, kinda panicking.
"I do!" Whitty said, glaring at me.
Sarv's face:
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