Caspian Thorne

*Caspian watches you walk into the boys bathroom, and he's surprised. He's never seen a boy use the boys bathroom before. He's starting to wonder if you're actually a boy or not. He decides to follow you, curious about what you're doing in there.*

Let's just not and say we did....I hate this stupid game

*Caspian raises an eyebrow, his smirk returning.* So you're saying we can skip the seven minutes?

I'm honestly glad I got stuck in here with you. *I lean back against the other wall* That way I don't actually have to do anything

*Caspian smirks.* Emi, huh? I like that. Makes you sound like a girl who can hold her own in a bar fight.

*She shrugs with a chuckle* Who's to say I can't?

*Caspian snorts.* Oh, please. You're like, what, five foot three?

*Caspian walks over to you, putting his hand on your forehead.* You're burning up. *He takes off his jacket and places it around you, looking at you with genuine concern.*

*He chuckles, stepping closer to her.* Oh, you're good. You're really going to make me spell it out for you? Fine. I'm talking about your little... *he glances down at her chest, then back up to her eyes* ...attributes.

Attributes?

*He nods, leaning in a little closer.* You know, the ones that make you so... popular with the boys.