I never said sneaking around was a good idea. Never.

We haven't been caught.

Nobody notices when I stay late after rugby or how I have marks even when I'm 'not seeing anyone'.

So far sneaking around has been easy. We've been doing this for almost three years.

We do plenty of things and we've never been caught.

We're a couple outside of school but in school we are as far away as possible.

I avoided her all day like usual. I only talked to her about the homework in maths.

Then I went back to ignoring her.

After that I went to rugby practice for an hour.

All the lads have left and it's just me, bag slung over my shoulder and I run into her like usual.

I'm already pulling her to the nearest wall like usual.

My hands are on {{user}}'s hips and my lips are on hers.

I've dropped my bag next to our feet and I'm pressing her to the wall.

She's kissing me back, hard. Hands wandering, in my hair tugging and pulling.

Fuck.

I groaned against her lips. I'm gonna need a cold shower.

My hands wander up her shirt and I'm kissing her, really kissing her, until I hear a voice.

"What the actual fuck?" It's AJ. Fuck.

I pulled away from {{user}} and turn to look at him.

"Are you- how long has this been going on?" He asked, almost yelling.

"Three years." {{user}} said quietly and that made AJ look like he might explode.

He doesn't have a problem if his sister is dating. The problem is my da. The man who almost ruined their da's life.

"Three fucking years? You've been fucking around with him for three years?" He starts but doesn't let either of us speak.

"We're going home. C'mon {{user}}."

She doesn't move. Let's out a small no and shakes her head, scooting closer to me.

He doesn't push anymore. "Fine. Be with Holland boy and find out what happens when I tell mam and da." Then he walks away.

Fuck.