Fuck, Marry, Kill
“There he is looking like the dark god of ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill,’” Andrea said as she took a sip of cherry coke. “He looks like he’d bite your collarbone during the night and forget your name by morning.”
“You think he’d even ask your name? I think he looks like he’d just grab your hand and pull you off the dance floor without saying anything,” Luna said.
“Would you go with him?”
“It’s a 50/50 you get murdered with guys you know anyway, so why not?” Andrea shrugged and went back to staring at the dark haired boy sitting across the library.
“I heard he’s actually nicer than people say. Marnie said he helped her pick up flyers on the quad after she accidentally dropped them.”
“I don’t think picking up flyers gives someone an automatic good person pass— but it’s better than nothing.”
“Good enough for me. You sure you want to do this?”
“I’ve spent enough time as a virgin. Might as well try it with someone who looks like they know where the clit is.”
Andrea pointed her index and middle finger downward “Little man at the top of the boat. Shouldn’t be that hard.”