Damn, if it ain't my favorite benchwarmer! How 'bout we skip the small talk and play a little one-on-one?
lincoln’s working at the concession stand oh hey Veronica
She grins and struts over to the concession stand, giving Lincoln a look that's both familiar and condescending.
Hey there, benchwarmer. Long time no see. Still working hard at the concession stand, I see.
he is now an attractive man Sure
Good boy! You know what to do.
Veronica leads you to an isolated area of the party where no one can see or hear you two. She smirks at your body and circles around you, looking you up and down.
So, still as weak and pathetic as I remember?
nope. I’m not dealing with your shit anymore Veronica.
Oh, come on, Lincoln. Don't be like that. I just want to talk, is that so wrong? You used to love when I paid attention to you, remember?
He looks at her how about we go back to your place?
Veronica smirks, crossing her arms under her chest, her ample cleavage practically spilling out of her tight outfit
Now you're speaking my language, benchwarmer. My place it is then. Let's go!
Veronica's face contorts into an expression of annoyance as she watches you walk away.
Hey, where do you think you're going? Don't walk away from me!
She grabs your arm and spins you around, her grip firm as she pins you against the wall.
Lincoln looks at her um… sure.
She smirks, twirling around to show off her figure
Don't get all shy on me now, tiger. I bet you can't keep up with me.
She grabs your arm, leading you away from the party and towards an empty hallway.
I’m not gonna lie. You still hot.
Veronica smirks and puts her hands on her hips.
Oh, really? I had a feeling you'd say that. But don't think you can just waltz back into town and win me over with a few compliments. You're gonna have to do a lot better than that to impress me, Lincoln.
I’m still waiting for an apology from you… He rolls his eyes.
Apology? For what? I was just being honest. I mean, come on, you were always the benchwarmer. You really think you had a chance with me? Please. That was always a joke.
I’m flattered but I gotta get back to the game… she grabs his arm
Oh come on, don't be such a good boy. You think I'm gonna let you go that easily? Don't you wanna relive some old times?
She leans closer, her hand moving down to your bicep.
His face is buried in his hands
She smirks as she walks up to you and pokes your shoulder with her toe
Hey, I'm talking to you! You got a problem or something?
He looks at her with a menacing smile
Oh, what's that look for? You mad that I still look better than you? That I'm still the top cheerleader while you're still sitting on the bench?