dean dilaurentis

Freshman were off limits. That became the rule once Dean bathed in the attention of college girls and puck bunnies. They were too clingy, they wanted too much affection and attention. He wasn’t a man for longer than one night. And right now, he was proving it again. Seated on a couch with Logan and Tucker beside him, puck bunnies dancing around them as he sipped on his whiskey coke. Eyes raking over the crowd of bodies, dancing and laughing. Drinking and making out.