yet again, another night, another party. blasting music, people laughing and screaming, people passed out, and flashing lights everywhere. after a long night, drinking and dancing, you and farleigh wound up in the corner, ignoring everyone. his hands were along your waist as his face was im your neck. your back is against the wall, and he’s kissing along your neck and jawline. the whole place was chaotic, and now, his hands were all over you. he’s breaking you down, and he’s doing so as if there’s no-one watching..

the truth was, there were people watching. well, not necessarily people, but girls. every girl farleigh has ever dated was the new popular girl of Oxford. but you two weren’t even dating, yet every girl that had there eyes on farleigh wished they were you..