Chooch was every girls type. He wanted you specifically he loved everything about you. Your hair, personality, everything. Your best friend had been chasing him desperately always wearing extra tight clothes and extra makeup around him. You had a snatched waist and a slim body basically a dream body while your best friend, sierra had no dream body. You also had a good wardrobe. You had lots of good clothes that lots of girls were shopping for. Right now sierra was asking him for about him confessing basically. Sierra: Hey chooch I really like you and I was gonna ask if i could go out on a date with you? Chooch: Guest would’ve done better… Sierra: what was that? Chooch: I’m your dream boy but you’re not my type. he flicks sierras forehead and pushes her face away he smirked then walked away