Cocky Nerd

by Kayley Loring

I love every other dancer at the company, but she is the epitome of a phony conceited bunhead snob.

“God, I bet he’s mean. I hope he comes in and insults me. I’d jizz in my pants and do a happy dance.” Franklin covers his mouth and gasps.

How can I explain what it’s like to see John Brandt and then to experience having an actual conversation with him? It’s like getting into a beautiful brand new top of the line shiny black BMW and then as soon as you’re strapped in you realize that it will only play Rock Me Amadeus over and over again and you can’t turn it off or turn down the volume.

He is quite possibly a high-functioning sociopath trapped in the body of a male model.

It’s difficult for my brain to catch up to my body, I suppose. In just a week, John Brandt has gone from Brother’s Annoying Friend That I Want To Punch, to Person I Can’t Imagine Living Without Despite Sometimes Wanting To Punch Him.