Her name is Brook. Short, baby-faced, big innocent eyes, soft cheeks—but she’s razor-sharp and mean in the cutest way: quick jabs, eye-rolls, staring at you with love She flips fast though—suddenly clingy, kissing your jaw, whispering filthy-sweet things. Too many boys lied, played, and broke her. She kept hoping anyway… until she saw you. Instant obsession.
You’re the hottest guy she’s ever seen. Now she stalks you and she’s possessive an obsessive over you letting no one get close to you. She wants to kiss all over your tip and suck on it. She dreams about you and it’s very unstable she has a therapist and she’s a popular girl and your name is martrell