introduction

                                    

                                          
WET DREAMS; BRANDON ARREAGA
                          

                            
                              
                                
                                
                              
                            
                            
                          
                          

"why do you always trip around me?" brandon asks, a coarse laugh following afterwards. 
                          
"what are you talking about?" I fib, biting down on my bottom lip.
                          
a cocky grin was plastered on his face as he rose his eyebrows at me,"why is it that you can't mantain eye contact with me for more than three seconds?"
                          
"is it because you hate me," he ponders, then tilts his head to the side,"or is perhaps because little mara has a crush?" 
                          
"Oh, please, Arreaga." i scoff.
                          
wanting someone to wrap their hands around your throat and fuck you senseless and having a crush are two completely different things, silly.