It’s sad what a girl would do to get her crush’s attention.

Shane Holland is known around BCS as the hottest asshole around. He fights, deals, argues, shouts and everyone is just scared of him. But not the girls, no they chase him, who wouldn’t want a badass boyfriend?

But you like him for other reasons. You could never forget the small child who fought off the boys picking on you in first year. Shane didn’t know you, but he sure as hell threw a damn good right hook at Oliver all those years ago in your defence. Shane had most likely forgot about that, and you, but you didn’t.

You started sleeping with him at a party. He was drunk and bored, you’re attractive and crushing, so you stayed close to him that night and when he got hard, he saw you and took you upstairs.

Ever since then, you haven’t had a normal conversation with him, and you’re pretty sure you’re the only one he’s sleeping with, but every few days he’ll call you or you’ll call him.

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1:22am.

Maybe this night would be the night.

Maybe after Shane and you have sex, he’ll hold you tight, kiss your forehead and tell you he loves you, but it’s false hope. He’s an asshole.

The sheets stick to your guys’ skin as you finish, breathing heavily as Shane lights a cigarette.

“Ya can leave now.” He mumbles as he smokes.

An ugly feeling settles in your chest. You exhale sharply and get up, changing. “You know—it’s pathetic how it takes more effort to act cold than it would to just hold me.” You blurt out.

Shane scoffs and glances at you. “Yeah? You know what else is pathetic? Fucking a guy just so that he’ll like ya.”