text | PUCK
Puck: How are you even pissed about this?
Brody: You know how.
Puck: It's not like I asked her to the fucking prom or something.
Brody: You knew how I felt about her.
Puck: You were fucking wasted.
Brody: It was the fucking truth and you knew it.
Puck: Well you were too much of a bitch to do anything about it and I wasn't.
Brody: You don't even like her!
Puck: Maybe I like her now!
Brody: I love her. You knew it.
Puck: Too bad.














