You are walking down the street with your boy friend Prad Bitt. You notice a car following you. Its Brad's Cadillac. You walk up to the drivers window and you knock on it.
"Why are you following us?" You ask Brad. He looks at you with a look of pure shock.
"Why would you think I was following you, Y/N? I would never do that to you." He denies following you, but you know its a bunch of BS.
Prad notices you stopped walking, and walks back to you. "Is this guy bothering you, Baby?" He asks you. "I'll punch him for you, Baby." Brad gets an offended look on his face. Brad is full of looks you notice.
Brad gets out of the car and yells at Prad. "You don't even have abs!" He's in Prad's face. "Besides, she likes me better than you."
Prad doesn't know you met Brad yesterday. "You don't even know her!" Prad is pulling his fist out.
You need to intervene before this gets out of hand. "Guys!" You say violently. "Prad! I met Brad yesterday, it's not a big deal."
But Prad has already connected his fist with Brads "junk". Brad looks pained. You scream and you pull a chunk of Prads hair out. Prad looks back at you, shocked.
"What the hell was that for?"
"I thought I said no violence when we entered this relationship!"
"But he insulted my abs!"
"You don't have abs, Prad."
"You don't know that!"
"I've seen your body, Prad."
You can hear Brad laughing silently behind you. Prad tries to get past you to fight him again, but you block him.
"I think it's time to go home now, Prad."
Brad cut's in. "I thought you said we could hangout tonight"
Prad gets a furious look on his face. You want to bang your face against a wall. Why can't boys just cooperate? You grab Prads wrist and drag him down the street, but Brad grabs your hand. You turn around and glare at Brad. But he just slips a piece of paper into your palm. You already know what it is, but you hope Prad didn't see.
You and Prad walk to your penthouse and you say goodbye to him.
"No goodbye kiss?" Prad pouts.
"You know what, Prad," you all of a sudden get angry "I'm kind of pissed off at you right now. You acted like a fucking child in front of a stranger and I have to carry the burden of being associated with you!"
Prad gets a hurt, puppy look on his face. "I do not act like a child!"
"Your acting like a child right now! God, you're so frustruating."
"If you think im frustrating, then just break up with me!"
"I will!"
Prad realizes what he's said. "You can't breakup with me!" He gets down on his knees and starts to sob. "We've been together so long, Y/N!"
"We've only been together three weeks!" You shoot him down with logic. "Besides, you don't even have abs."
Prad wipes his eyes and stands up. "I guess thats it then." He walks down the street slowly, turning back every 5 seconds to see if you've changed your mind. You just give him the finger.
You storm upstairs, literally melting the elevator walls off, until you get to your penthouse.
"DADDY!" You yell. No answer. Of course there's no answer, your stupid dad must be working. You flop on your bed and take the paper Brad had handed you earlier. It was, you guessed it, his number.
You decide to text him about everything that had happend after you last saw each other. He responds quickly to your messages. You are in the middle of writing a paragraph about how stupid Prad is, when he asks if you guys can still hangout. You say sure. He says to wear something nice. So you go to your closet to pick something out.
You decide on some thing sexy and edgy. It is a really short red dress with a corset. Under it, you wear fishnets and youre wearing sexy high heels, that make you look super tall.
After you put on makeup, you decide you look ok, so you text Brad to come pick you up.
