Briar Prescott

He’s annoyingly perfect and perfectly annoying. And I’m extremely aware of his judgmental presence next to me.

“Yeah, well, I can kind of admit that the whole thing is partially my fault. Mainly his, but I did have a hand in leaving the impression that we might be… seeing. Each other.”
“You might want to practice saying that out loud a few times,” Blake suggests. “The gagging doesn’t exactly scream eternal love.”
“Aww. Never given a proper blowjob?”

“I’ll be fine. I can act like I like him for a few days. How hard can it be?”
“No offense, but I don’t think you’re that good of an actor.”
I flip him off again.
I am that good of an actor. My whole life is an act.