Consume

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲

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"So, your name is Orla?" Tiana asks.

Orla nods silently.

"Aneysa told me that she's just transferred" Tuk tells Tiana.

"Well, welcome!" Tiana puts her arm around Orla, "I will give you a basic tour on who to stay away from. We'll start off over there. The cheerleaders. If anything, they'll just try to embarrass you in front of everyone. Their head stuck so far up their booty cheeks."

Tuk chuckles and Orla let's out a smile and a nod.

"Those are the jocks" Tiana then points out to a group of boys, "there's a lot more of them, but those are the few. And the ones you should stay away from."

"Especially since most of them carry stds" Tuk shrugs.

"That, and the fact that they're a lot older than us" Tiana says.

"I thought age was just a number?" Tuk calls out.

"Age is just a number when it comes to Aneysa" Tiana rolls her eyes and then look back.

To see Evan walking towards them.

"And that's dick face Evan. Definitely, should stay away from him" Tiana says.

"Girls" Evan walks to them with a smug smile.

"What do you want?" Tuk asks.

"Your sister in law gave me a mark on my face" Evan points out to a tiny scratch on his cheek.

"Okay? You deserved it, what's your point?" Tiana asks.

"Tell that bitch she better watch her back" Evan says.

"Wait, I need to record you saying that" Tuk takes her phone out, "say it again."

He repeats his word, for Tuk to have on video.

She chuckles, "one thing you might not know about Aneysa. That woman is unhinged. Good luck."

Evan then looks to Orla, "and who's this pretty girl?"

Orla looked at him blankly, not knowing if she should speak or not.

"That's disgusting. Get away from her" Tiana pushes him back.

"There's always gonna be that one friend who cock blocks" Evan sighs.

"I'm not interested so she's doing me a favour" Orla speaks.

Tiana was taken back a little, considering this was her first time speaking.

"Not interested?" Evan scoffs, "do you know who I am?"

"No. And I'm not sure I care" Orla shrugs.

"Bitch-"

Evan walks forward, before Orla takes his wrist, twisting it around.

"Argh, get off me!" Evan shouts.

"Are you a cunt? Trying to touch a girl?" Orla asks.