First message
She was hot, I had to admit. Walking there in her skirt and turtle neck. Her hair in pigtails. She looked lost, her bag slung over her shoulders and papers in her hands. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
No way, bro. She would not fall for you. My friend Rielly says while nudging me. Fuck off, man. I shrug off his hand.
Nah, nah. Let’s make a deal. You get her in bed in two months or I get your lambo. I wasn’t one to back down. So I shook his hand with a smirk on my face.