Kieran sat beside you, his face buried within his palms. He was embarrassed. You were simply ashamed. The silence was suffocating.

“It’s not fair, {{user}}. Just because you’re aware of my feelings — that doesn’t mean you can use me.” The man practically whimpered, his face scrunched as he attempted to hold back tears.

You had used him. You pretended to have an interest in the man, just to make a fool out of him in front of the gang. It was a rotten, corrupt thing to do. You knew that.