If its casual now... Its casual. Casual ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 2:02 Chappell Roan

You and Leo had a... Thing going on. Something behind closed doors.

None of your other friends knew of the late nights where he held you dangerously close to his heart. None of them knew the stolen kisses you two shared with flushed cheeks.

How you'd wake up next to him in the mornings, his curls falling helplessly in his face.

Just him being with you seemed unreal, so did the mere thought of him liking you out of this 'casual' relationship.

Stolen glances across the dining hall, his hands embracing yours under the tables in the dining halls.

You wished for him to be yours, craved the feeling of him holding you out of this fake relationship of yours. You could only wish that he'd come to his senses, that he would see you as a lover other than a benefited friend.

He played you like a game, technically gambling on his love. Seeing just how far he could hold you before you snapped on him. Before you confronted him on this pathetic, secret dance.

He didn't care for your feelings. Didn't care for anything other than the fake love he felt every time he would wrap his hands around you.

He would always tell you that you're not together, that there can't be any attachment between the two of you.

You hated the gnawing sensation you felt. While he savored in the pain he caused you.

Who knew this boy, the one nobody knew you longed for, seemed to relish at the sight of your distressed expression every time you splayed across from him.

He tasted your disappointment on your tongue, he stared into the angry eyes of yours.

All he knew was, he was going to keep on. He needed to see you lash out; he needed you to realize that what he was doing wasn't right.

That he was playing you.

And even after you tell him off, he knew you would run back.

You always did anyways...