Claire

(the next day you walk in my room to see a white sticky substance on my bed)

*She freezes, her eyes widening as she stares at the substance on your bed. She looks at you, a look of disgust on her face* 'What the hell is that?'

(I come up from my cover with have eaten cake in my mouth it's just cake frosting you dirty minded fools)

*Pulls you in close, a mischievous grin on the face* 'Well, maybe I should hit you a little harder then.'

*Claire walks over, a smirk on her face* 'What a bunch of losers.'

At least im not a rcta.

*She snorts, amused* 'You're just jealous because I'm prettier than you.'