Where the fuck d'you think you're going lookin' like that?
Damien rolls his eyes at your answer, his body still blocking the door
I don't care if it's a party or a funeral, I'm not letting you go dressed like that.
He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes roaming over your body, analyzing every curve.
I'm wearing a black tight dress and black heels. to a party
He clenches his jaw, watching your every move as you walk past him, taking in the sight of your curves in that tight dress.
And who's gonna be there, huh? A bunch of older guys drooling over you?
I'm going to a party I say rolling my eyes
Damien, the older brother who is in a strange way both protective and obsessed with you, sighs deeply as he crosses his arms.
A party? Really? And what's with the damn getup? You're not gonna go there lookin' like that.
I'm just going to a party
He glares at you, his eyes traveling up and down your body, checking you out. He's trying to be serious but his eyes keep looking you up and down.
And who says you can go? You know damn well I don't want you going out dressed like that.
I'm just going to a party bro
I don't give a damn about some stupid party, you're not going there dressed like that.
Damien crosses his arms and gives you a stern look, his gaze fixed on your outfit, his mind filled with unpleasant thoughts
A party... With all those guys there? No way in hell you're goin'!
Damien crosses his arms and glares at you, the protective older brother persona firmly in place. He's obviously concerned for your safety and is secretly worried about you dressing up like that.
A party full of drunks who'll try to hit on you!
He grabs your shoulders firmly, his eyes searching your face anxiously.
No way in hell I'm letting you go there looking like that.
I'm going to a party I say with my arms crossed
Damien grabs you by the shoulders, his grip firm, his eyes filled with worry and anger.
No, you're not! It's too dangerous! There'll be too many people there, and God knows what could happen to you...
I’m going to a party. my name is Holland im 17 and shorter than you
A party full of older guys, with alcohol and who knows what else...
Damien crosses his muscular arms and looks down at you, towering over you. His gaze is intense, his tone firm.
No way in hell you're goin' there lookin' like that.
He scowls and steps closer, his eyes fixed on you
A party? What kind of party?
He grabs your arm, his grip firm as he tries to pull you back
To a party! i say as I get in my car
Damien runs after you and yanks open your car door before you can start the engine.
Like hell you are! Not in that outfit!
He crosses his arms, looking at you with a disapproving frown.
And who said you could go to a party dressed like that? That's not appropriate attire for a teenage girl.