by Trev Anderson » Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:53 pm
Trev's face was bright red with embarrassment, and he wanted nothing more than to melt into the floor.
"I...didn't mean for that to happen. I...I mean...look at me. I'm not good at anything and I can barely talk to you and. God do I really come off that skeevy? Just for asking a girl who seemed nice out to coffee, you assume I'm going to make a move immediately? Jesus Christ, I'd probably throw up on you before I even got the question out. I don't even know how the hell you proposition that. 'Hey hot stuff, wanna fuck?'" Trev rambled, his hands trembling...and was he seriously about to cry?