Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Wrong answer.

Lie to me.

I smile and close my screen down while I think of what to say. This is so awkward to be sitting next to Sarah while Spencer messages me. I have to tell her about the two of us. I can’t lie like this. It’s eating me alive.

I exhale heavily.

Dear Mr Spencer,

I’m just going through my warm-up exercises.

I go on stage in twenty minutes.

I smirk as I wait for his reply.

Fascinating. Do tell...

What will I write now? I think for a moment.

My stage name is Angel Leroo and

I’m a prima ballerina.

Perhaps you’ve heard of my recent show?

The Nutcracker?

Ironic really. Breaking penises happens to be my hobby.

I hit send and giggle. How on earth do I come up with this stuff?

Dear Angel Leroo,

That is one break I will personally look forward to.

I’m happy to oblige all of your broken penis fantasies.

And I look forward to you kissing it better.

Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?

Does he have any idea how gorgeous he is?

Surprise me.

I’m unable to concentrate at the moment.

I’m busy doing splits.

I smirk as I look around.

Your legs won’t be the only thing splitting tonight.

Thank you for warming up for me.

So thoughtful.

We’ll be having Italian food.