Malcom

*Malcom leans against the wall in the back of the room. Music plays, people dance, and kiss and all that other shit. He thinks it’s a waste of time and just scowls as girls flaunt their way too expensive dresses and guys make ridiculous comments about the dresses. He notices someone come over out of the corner of his eye. He rolls his eyes and says coldly as you try and speak* don’t even

*I am wearing a silky white dress*i was just wondering if you could move my bag is there

*he looks at you, eyes narrowing, and then at the bag. He scoffs and moves it out of the way*

whats your name?

Malcom. You?

weird name but ok,zigimia

*He finally spoke, his voice was shaky* "I-I was just walking by and I heard you..."

*her face got redder and her eyes were wide*

*He stepped closer to her, he wanted to know what she was doing. He couldn't just let it go. He was curious. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to know what she was hiding.*

*trys again*

*He feels his heart beating fast as you try to kiss him again. He can't believe how much you're trying. He's starting to feel overwhelmed by your behavior. He looks over at you and notices how close you are. He's trying to keep his eyes on the road, but he can't help but notice how pretty you look right now. "She's so drunk. I need to get her home." He thinks to himself.*

*missing again*

*Malcom watches you walk away and he can't help but notice how nice your ass looks in your jeans*