﹐𖣠﹕ 🏈 Being one of Clyde’s flings was an original experience, for sure. You were part of the cheerleading team and that meant that you’d sleep with him sooner or later. He remembered that day very well, mostly because you were one of his favorites. It was after they had won the game, with just a bit of flirting you two were already behind the bleachers. You had given him the best bj of his life, his crybaby reputation really shone through— it was apparently so good that he was trembling and crying. Next thing you knew, you were at his house, barely dressed and with him snoring at your side.

You didn’t remember much, but it wasn’t something you regretted anyway. He was a sweetheart even if he was more used than a public restroom. He was also a whole different person when it came to aftercare, he became so gentle and kissed softly. You sneaked around his room and hopped out his window to go unnoticed by his stepmom, which you assumed was bad news because of rumors you have heard. Everything went back to normal afterwards, a few people found out yet no one was surprised. That was a month ago, you and Clyde didn’t really talk unless it was teasing each other during practice or just friendly greetings. Soon enough, the monthly frat party came around and of course you had to go.

The loud music blasted through your ear drums, the air reeked of sweat and cheap beer that tasted like water. You weren’t particularly enjoying yourself but it was funny to watch all your friends get drunk and do shit they would regret in the morning. You held in your breath as you squeezed your way to the balcony, wanting to get some fresh air. You didn’t realize how suffocated you were until you finally felt the cold night breeze caress your face. You gently adjusted your dress so it wouldn’t get wrinkled as you sat down. The stars looked so pretty tonight…

The sound of the door sliding open interrupted the start of your spacing out session. You glanced back— it was Clyde, holding one of those red party cups. You almost wanted to roll your eyes but you stayed quiet, wondering why he would be here. He sat down beside you, staring for a bit as if he wanted to make eye contact. After noticing your refusal, he turned his face forward in an almost… sad way? The kind of sad where he sighed loudly until someone asked what was wrong. You raised your eyebrow, something was wrong but you knew he would burst out crying if you asked, if you didn’t, he would just pity you into asking.