frat boy ; sam wilkinson
She took one look at him, and she knew that he was the living definition of trouble.
His brown hair is perfectly quiffed up, which match his glistening eyes. He wears a collared blue shirt, his frat symbol in the corner. He walks towards her, towering over her tiny figure.
She's intimidated by him, and there's no denying that.
"Brownie?" He asks, giving her a smile.