🔗| ’we’re just friends.’
that’s all your boyfriend and best friend said.
but you knew it wasn’t true.
It was the way that acted and talked to eachother.
and when you found them cheating you knew you had to do something.
that’s where Wilson Thatcher comes in.
he was your best friend’s ex, which means you could get back at them.
one night, Wilson and you go to a frat party that you know your exes will be there.
you walk in and look around- and clearly the people are curious who Wilson Thatcher’s new girlfriend is.
you end up in the the biggest part of the party, because of course wilson knows everyone in the frat.
he smirks and pulls you over to some of his teammates and starts talking to them.
you start kinda getting bored with you see your ex with your ex best friend.
they were talking, and you got spaced out watching them.
‘I don’t care.’
you kept telling yourself, but it hurt seeing them.
that’s until Wilson wraps his arm around your waist.
“They’re here.” He whispers in your ear.
you just nod.
he knows something is up but doesn’t comment on it- for now.
“Let’s go dance.”
he pulls you onto the dance floor, and you instantly feel better.
the feeling of alcohol and people around you, makes you feel refreshed.
you look at wilson, and become painfully aware how hot he really his.
his black jacket that was over his white tank top is now off, showing off his defined muscles.
and his face is sharp and defined, but looks completely carefree.
you keep watching him, drowning out the noise of ‘Guess’ by Charlie XCX in the background.
jesus.
you think to yourself.