Seeing that we want to make our drama public like attention whores, here's one for you.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Thanks for trying to guilt me with Dad, asshole. You act like I'm never around at all.
You wouldn't understand my actions unless you were me, and I don't really care to explain my actions to you. I used to be able to, without judgement, but now, you can rot in hell tbh.
And so what if I'm feeling not-so-great about my ex? I'm not saying that's the case, but if it was, who gives a fuck??
And don't you dare bring Avery or Stella's cousin into this. I can sleep with whoever the fuck I want, and who are you to be broadcasting it all over Wattpad? I'm not even saying I did sleep with with of them, but who cares honestly?
And you're right, I will try to fight you. I'll knock your teeth into the back of your throat honestly. You're fucked, posting this bullshit on Wattpad, talking about the whole bridge situation, like really?? Honestly, do me a favor and drink bleach you faggot fuck. That's not what brothers do. Just like when you tried to have that huge ass argument with me at that party. You embarrassed us, mostly yourself, because you wanted to have the same fight we're now having again.
I can smoke if I want, drink if I want, party if I want, and have sex with who I want.
Keep Charlotte, Avery, and Brittney out of it. I don't care if you think I'm being this way just because I'm oh so heartbroken over Charlotte lmao.
This shouldn't have even brought up on Wattpad. It's bullshit Mark.
