you’re at school in line for mass. you’re in one single file line right next to the boys school who you share your church services with. you look as bored as you feel as you pick at the skin around your nails. as you’re stood there the line moves up and kyle scheible ends up next to you.

you have somewhat of a history with the boy. he plays bass in the same band that one of your friends is in, and though you wouldn’t call him your friend as such, the two of you have fucked here and there.

he looks at you, trying to catch your eye, but you ignore him. he doesn’t like that one bit. you were in his bed last night and now you’re trying to act like you weren’t ripping the condom off of him for more.

after school you walk to the parking lot with a couple of your friends, kyle is already sat on the back of his truck, the second he spots you he calls out for you.

“{{user}}!” he calls out. he doesn’t sound happy.