sent {krii7y} ✓

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~*~ s m i i 7 y ~*~

i sat on the bench playing on my phone as i waited for the mother fucker of the hour to arrive. more like mother fucker of my life, god.

i can't believe i actually invited him here to talk to me, i didn't even think we had that much to talk about. no, we do, i just don't want to talk about it. post-orgasm lucas has got me in some serious trouble.

"lucas," i heard from across the playground. i looked over and fixed my gaze on who i wish i could hate like i use to. jeans covered in buttons, a shirt made of three different ones, and bleach blonde hair. what is up with this guy, god?

"john," i returned as he sat next to me. "uh, so i just wanna start by saying that we are not dating and we don't have a thing, okay?" plain and simple. it makes sense.

"no, we technically do have a thing, but you don't have to call it that," he sassed, pulling his phone from his pocket.

"no, we fucking don't, okay?" i argued.

john rolled his eyes, clicked a few things on his phone and basically shoved his screen to my nose. next thing i knew, my cum-covered abs were directly in my face. "if you can tell me what type of friends have pictures like this of each other, please let me know. i would love to be enlightened," john sarcastically grinned.

"okay, fine we have a fucking thing or whatever, but we're not friends. just because of all of this, it does not mean we're just gonna start hanging out like buddies. no one can find out about this," i groaned, covering my face.

"is this all you invited me for? to fucking yell at me? to tell me shit i already knew? thanks, this is so fun!" john cheered, socking me in the shoulder, way harder than expected. "totally loving this bro hang out, man."

"shut the fuck up. you can just leave, never fucking mind."

"yeah, drive 30 minutes to be scolded for five and then drive home. nice waste of gas."

we sat in silence for the next few minutes. it was as awkward as it could get. we just stared at the ground as our thighs almost touched, due to the size of the bence.

i threw my head back, which caused john to flinch. i looked at him and felt myself loose control as i leaned closer and locked lips with him. soft, baby pink lips felt smooth as they ran past mine. his hand made it's way to my waist and held me tightly as we collided.

"come with me," he huffed into my ear, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. we giggled as we basically sprinted in the direction of the parking lot. he let go with a smile, opened the driver side, unlocked it and got in the back seat, motioning me to him.

i rolled my eyes playfully and went into the car, immediately becoming lip-locked. we sat there, tongue fucking for a few minutes until i, rather harshly, shoved john down into the seat under me and continued to make out with him. his hand slid up my shirt and he ran his fingertips on my abs, causing me to shudder.

"mmm," john mumbled, pulling away. "you're pretty good at this."

i just groaned and continued to kiss him. i felt my shirt slowly starting to be pulled off me, so i pulled away to allow him to finish. i kissed him again and grabbed a fistful of john's hair and pulled it gently, causing the man below me to moan quietly.

"oh, into hair pulling?" i winked. his face went red and he looked away quickly.

"shut up," john whimpered, pulling me back in. he started to remove his own shirt and i slowly started realizing what exactly was happening.

"i can't do this," i mumbled. "we can't do this."

"okay, it's okay," john quickly apologized, slowly getting out from under me as i lifted up.

"i'm sorry," i mumbled as i got out of the car, shirt in hand.

holy fuck, what did i just do?

~*~

beth

i don't know what to do. i don't know what i'm feeling. what am i suppose to do, beth?

john?

no, the queen of england
yes john
oh god, i don't even wanna tell you
you'll be so mad
i just don't know what to do
i know we just broke up so i shouldn't talk about other people but god, i don't know what to do bethy

deep breaths, okay?
just tell me what happened, i won't be mad

we went to the park because i wanted to clear things up
and it ended with us making out in the back of john's car
why did i do that, that's not like me

you probably like him
at least, more than you realize anyway
how do you feel?

i don't know
i hate him, bethany
i truely and utterly hate that man
but i just can't get him off my fucking mind, he's always there

just try to stay calm and don't rush into anything, okay?

okay. i'm sorry

it's okay <3

don't rush, just don't rush into things. shouldn't be too hard, right? i mean, i've done more with him in a week than i did with beth the whole time i've known her. i've already rushed so much.

just slow it down, lucas. no need to do anything else with him, just cut him from your life for the rest of the weekend. yeah, that could help.

*john kryoz has sent you a snapchat*

fuck, this is gonna be harder than i thought.