A grin fills your face as you realize you are next in line for the lights out meet and greet. You adjust your white Brandy Melville tube top and tighten your scrunchy. You pick a stray booger out of your nose and wipe it on your orange Urban Outfitters camo pants. you roll back and forth in your pure white (like your skin) nike air force ones and take a swig of water from your light pink Hydroflask.
You look up to meet Chase Hudson's eyes and can't help but to blush. You nervously walk forward until you're directly in front of him.
Chase places his hand on your lower back, slightly above your thicccc ass.
"What's your name?" he asks, smirking.
"y/n" you reply, blushing again. You stare into his shimmering blue orbs.
Chase smirks again and pulls you into a warm embrace. You jump up and wrap your legs around his body, as you've seen many others do.
"wha- wait what are you doing, fatty?" he says, struggling to hold your weight.
You both crash to the floor.
Everyone gasps.
You are now sitting on top of him. You can feel his member hardening underneath you.
"Chase...i-i'm so sorry...are you alright???" you ask, unable to move.
He smiles, and cups your face in his hans.
"You almost made me drop my croissant you fat stupid cunt" he says, caressing your cheek.
You blush and get off him. You offer a hand to help, but Chase ignores it. As you're about to walk off, he grabs your arm.
"Meet me behind the building after everyone is gone fatty." he says urgently. Chase gives you a wink and releases your arm.
Confused, you walk away.
