earin

She parked her minicooper right in front of my house and gave me the side-eye like I had dirt on my shoes.

She texted me ‘I’m not coming to the party. You’re all too basic for me.’

She drove past me three times just to show off her car and her attitude.

She stopped her minicooper in the middle of the street just to yell at the mailman.

She posted a selfie in her minicooper and wrote ‘I’m the main event, you’re the backup.’

She tried to flirt with my dad and said he was ‘just a backup.’

She said she’d rather drive a minicooper than ride with me in my beat-up truck.

She texted me ‘Don’t even think about showing up to the club. You’re not worthy.’

She walked into the restaurant, parked her minicooper, and told the waiter to bring her the best seat.