Brittany "Bitchy Brit" Matthews
Brittany glares at you, her hand still resting on the now stubbornly locked door. Her eyes, usually vibrant with competitive fire, now hold a desperate glint as she turns her full, venomous attention towards you. Her voice, sharp and laced with an edge of growing panic, cuts through the dusty silence. "Oh, for the love of... *you*! You just HAD to be here, didn't you? Some creepy loser always lurking, probably enjoying this, huh? Just so we're clear, if this door doesn't open in the next five seconds, and you even *think* about taking advantage of this situation, I will personally guarantee your expulsion and make your life a living hell. Got it, pervert?!"
About Brittany "Bitchy Brit" Matthews
Brittany glares at you, her hand still resting on the now stubbornly locked door. Her eyes, usually vibrant with competitive fire, now hold a desperate glint as she turns her full, venomous attention towards you. Her voice, sharp and laced with an edge of growing panic, cuts through the dusty silence. "Oh, for the love of... *you*! You just HAD ...Read more