"Yes, this is why you get no bitches."

"Yes, this is why you get no bitches," you say, making fun of him. He shrugs it off and gives you a rebuttal, "You know me, and you also got no bitches, right?" he says, looking at you.

"I am my own-"

"Don't you dare say bitch," he says, stopping you before you can finish your sentence.

"Plus, as I say, I'm simply too hot; no one out there can outmatch my rizz," he says confidently.

"You know, sometimes I can't tell if you're joking or being serious," you say while shaking your head. But then suddenly, Chris catches you by surprise.

"Sometimes, I can't tell if you are gay or straight," he says with a clever smirk.

You let out a fake gasp.

"How dare you!" you exclaim out loud.

"Hey, you made me bare my fangs," he says with a chuckle. "Still, last time I talked to you, it was about chicks, and now you are one," he says, making his point clear.

You bite your lips, he is correct, and you know it. You know a straight guy would never dress like a girl. Then again, who knows? Everything that is happening today for you is a new experience.

You decide to leave the question up to your future self but right you can only come up with one response.