GeneticallyUnpure
"Lee, c'mon! You have to go!"
"But I don't wanna!" I whined, pulling my hand out of Jasmine's grasp. She pouted, hands on hips.
"Leila Marie Anderson, if you do not come to the meet-n'-greet with me, I will never speak to you again!" She said, glaring at me. I sighed, pulling my self up from my bed.
"Fine! But you'll pay for this," I muttered, walking out the door with her.
And that was the beginning of the end of the world as I knew it.