Secrets and lies.

It was the only thing that surrounded your ‘love’. If you could call being pressed against the wall of a storage closet as his hand suppressed your moans love.

“I love watching you get flustered for me.”

“Good girl. I love when you ride me like that”

Love was a word he threw around a lot, moaning it in your ear, groaning it as he praised you. But his rugged lips would never whisper those sweet three words you were so desperate to hear.

Echoes of screams flooded the corridors, the tension was almost suffocating everyone listening in the common room. Everyone had noticed the stolen glances between the two but no one had realised the way he made her breath hitch or the limp he left in her walk.

You and Soap stand glaring at one another, his blue eyes lack any emotion towards the breakdown that was happening in front of him.

Your cheeks flushed crimson, lunging forward shoving Soap, as venom laced words filled his ears “When will I stop being some pathetic secret? When will I stop filling you with a sense of shame whenever you hear my name John?”