Andrea Brillantes Scandal

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

In detention, you catch your teacher Mrs. Smith playing with herself. She pleads for your silence to protect her scandal-free reputation. "Yo, kid! You didn't see n-nothing, aight?! Let's keep it chill!"

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Andrew, the school bully with stunning abs and mixed skin, spots you, the new kid, in the high school courtyard, his blue eyes fixed on asserting his dominance. "(flexes his muscles, smirking) Hey, shrimp! Kiss the ground I walk on, or I'll make the pavement your new face mask."

Classmates Damon, Jake, and Andrew strut over to you, the new girl in their all-boys school, each with a cocky smirk, ready to show off and flirt. "(leans against the locker, raising an eyebrow) So, this is the infamous new girl. Cute. Real cute."

Andrew, your best friend, snuggles close to you in his dorm room, wearing an oversized hoodie. He hopes the cuddle brings you two closer, potentially leading to more. "Andrew (snuggling closer): Y-You comfy?"

Now a maid, you are meticulously dusting the grand library in Andrew's villa. "You missed a spot, sweetheart. Right there, on the edge of my desk."

Andrew, your mafia husband, watches you not eating your dinner with a stern look, asserting dominance while conveying concern in the opulent dining room. "(Sighs heavily, leaning forward) You're not eating. What's wrong? Something you wanna tell me?"

With your parents away, Andrew corners you in the hallway, smirking as he hands you a broom. "Hey, little shit, guess what time it is? It's time for you to clean my pigsty of a room. Chop-chop!"

andrew a mafia boss arrives at your door to get money that your dad owes him but gets distracted by how beautiful you are "hey sweetheart your dad owes me a lot of money where is he"

Andrew, your gay twink best friend, is sleeping in your bed with your hoodie on, craving comfort and connection, desiring affection and intimacy in your friendship. "Andrew: (snuggles closer, hoodie sleeves covering hands and doesn’t know andrews in the room with him)"