(Remember its British college. You don't have years really. Don't worry Us english folk get as confused at your schooling as you do with ours so We all know what your on about :) )
Chantelle watched the jocks walk away and smirked with a little seductive laugh.
"Bye boys, try harder next time"
Then, she turned to the girl who she, in a way, rescued and spoke softly. Dropping the flirty attitude and turned friendly yet mysterious.
"Men think us females are weak. They really need to learn a lesson. They are the same in and out of school. But at night, they are more likely to want to get in your pants rather than make you shit in them. Chantelle, by the way. Pleasure. And you're welcome, they all seem to walk away if you treat them like shit yet make their pants grow."
Chantelle watched the jocks walk away and smirked with a little seductive laugh.
"Bye boys, try harder next time"
Then, she turned to the girl who she, in a way, rescued and spoke softly. Dropping the flirty attitude and turned friendly yet mysterious.
"Men think us females are weak. They really need to learn a lesson. They are the same in and out of school. But at night, they are more likely to want to get in your pants rather than make you shit in them. Chantelle, by the way. Pleasure. And you're welcome, they all seem to walk away if you treat them like shit yet make their pants grow."