caroline → john swift

one

john sat around with his friends sammy wilk, nate maloley, dillon rupp, jack gilisky and their other friend jack johnson. they passed around the joint that skate rolled and drank like the usually did.

"no i actually fucked her!" dillon protested, his friends not believing him. "i smashed ashely jenner!"

nate rolled his eyes snorting, "yeah right. she's almost as hard as cara delevingne."

"nobody's tougher than that hoe." jack gilinsky snorted and took a puff when the joint was passed to him.

"oh, come on." swazz shook his head. "she can't be that hard."

"trust me, she is." sammy spoke up, "we've all," he gestured to the group of boys. "tried getting at her. she shut all us down so quickly."

"even johnson?" swazz looked over at the blonde with a raise eyebrow.

"even johnson." sammy commented and johnson nodded, confirming.

johnson was the sweetest person, everyone knew he was the softie of the group. this girl must be stone cold if she shut down johnson john thought.

"maybe you guys just tried all the wrong moves." john said with a shrug. "you guys got no game."

numerous scoffs came from the guys around the room.

"wait," nate sat up, raising his eyebrow. "are you saying you do?"

"yeah." john nodded with a shrug.

a smirk splattered onto nate's face. "so you think you can get inside cara's pants?"

john still didn't see the big deal with this girl. it was just a girl after all. he had no feelings for cara in the ways the other boys at their school had. she was just another attractive girl. "sure."

"aight," nate leaned closer to swazz. "i'll bet you a thousand dollars for you to melt the ice princess."

every guys eyes widened at the amount of money nate was putting on the table.

"deal." john agreed. the guys eyes widened even more when swazz accepted.

"bro, back down." dillon said.

"yeah," gilinsky added. "she'll never ever let you in, not in a million years."

"we'll see." john muttered. he then turned his attention back to skate. "what do i have to do?" he asked.

"fuck her." he replied. john shrugged, easy enough he thought. "but you have to videotape it for proof."

swazz's eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head, "dude, no! she'll never agree to that."

skate shrugged, "you better find a way and fast, times ticking." he sent his good friend a wink, taking the joint from sammy.

john sighed and sat back in his seat, lifting the red cup to his lips, trying to figure out a plan on how he could fuck cara and then leave her afterwards.