Alpha Loren
she boasted.
"Classy," I mumbled under my breath, knowing that Luca could hear.
"I'll see you around, Ella, and SpongeBob or whatever your name is," she said before marching off in her high heels.
"Rude," Luca grumbled. "It's Ernesto Ludwig Weasley-Squarepants."
I choked on my final fry and had to use my remaining lemonade to wash it down.
"But really? Weasley-Squarepants? What kind of messed up, perverted Ron and SpongeBob breeding process is involved in producing a child with that surname? And ringworms? Where the fuck did that one come from?" He questioned.
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