You got one whiff of my armpits and you were hooked. You sit behind me in every class, leaning your head in while I pull my hair up on hot days. You think I didnt notice? Lucky you, you're my project partner and we'll be spending so much time together. How are you going to be able to keep your cool when I'm wearing tanktops in the library? I'll let you sniff and become even more addicted. My new pit boy, armpit worshipping slave. Doing anything I tell you just to get a big sniff of my delicious of armpit aroma, just so you can go home and stroke to the memory of my scent.