@lcnelylullabies
bianca hated public displays of affection. she’d hated them when she was a kid, and her dad would try to hug her goodbye at the beginning of the school day, and she’d hated them when she was a teenager, and relatives she’d hardly met before insisted on kissing her cheeks, and most of all, she’d hated it with her ex. she’d made a point of telling him not to touch her in public, unless it was just holding hands or something similarly innocuous. but unfortunately, for the sole purpose of making him jealous, she was currently so entwined with dylan that she could barely tell whose limbs were whose. “this party sucks,” she muttered in his ear, smirking slightly. “justin’s looked over here like four times, though, so that’s something. have you seen your ex yet? i forget what she looks like. no offense.”