Looks Like Tylers Gonna Have To Cancel Read An Ominous Snap. Allison Didnt Know What To Make Of It At

“Looks like Tyler’s gonna have to cancel” read an ominous snap. Allison didn’t know what to make of it at first. She knew Greg could be an asshole, but eating her boyfriend two weeks before homecoming was a new low even for him! Greg tried to calm her with some bogus stories about Tyler being gay and him trying to save her from heartache before offering her the opportunity to go to the dance “with a real man”.

It was the night of HOCO when Greg pulled up in his used Cadillac. The plan went brilliantly, he thought, pleased with his performance that didn’t even leave the girl he had a crush on since sophomore year to hesitate his offer a moment. He rang the doorbell, 10 minutes late, but still cocky as ever. It was then, as Allison’s older brother swung open the door that he realized his grave miscalculation.

You could see it in their bulges, they were both starving. Right after the picture’s taken, they both race to the cameraman. 15 gets there first and scoffs at 12. He gets up to the neck when he realizes that his teammate was never planning on eating the cameraman himself. Five minutes later there lies #12 in the middle of the field alone, feeling beyond content.

What you looking at? Fine, next time I won’t shop hungry

You had thought you’d regret giving him a second chance, but washing up you convinced yourself those fears were overblown. Tonight he had behaved himself like a perfect gentleman, putting courtesy and chivalry in place of his usual toxic competitiveness. It finally happened, you thought, he was a changed man. Why he even ordered just a personal pan, when he usually would’ve gotten three family sized and turned the date into an eating contest.

You dry off and return to the table, when

OH MY GOD!?

“What?”

“What did you do?”

“I’m just enjoying my meal, very filling.”

“Knock that stupid smile off your face, that’s gotta be a deadly sin!”

“Not once at University of Notre Dame did they mention the commandment that ‘thou must not eat thine hunk pizza waiter’”

“What about Murder!?”

“Someone’s jealous they won’t get to settle in my belly for another 3 weeks”