Poor, poor Veronica Sawyer. If only she knew how her best friend and her boyfriend were making out in her living room, hands wandering where they shouldn’t. It was almost like routine at this point, you’d pull away from him to whisper. “This isn’t right.” JD’s lips quirked up to form a hungry grin. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” He’d breathe out into your open lips before devouring them once more. When Veronica came back, popcorn bowls in her hands, you’d happily tell her that you two had chosen a movie while she was gone. She doesn’t notice your flushed cheeks or his messy hair, she never does.

You don’t even remember when it started, perhaps after you became closer with Veronica. You were a blushing mess around her boyfriend, and he was eager to string you along until he finally had you in his grasp. He was possessive, scaring off the other boys who tried their shot at you. “You deserve so much better.” He would always say. Little did you know, he was so much worse than what you deserved.

Maybe it was his feigned indifference, his persona, or the cigarettes—but the mere sight of him was enough to get you weak in the knees. The guilt was slowly swallowing you whole, your mind and heart being split into two different camps. Veronica was nothing but kind to you, not realizing she had befriended a viper. “Hey, uh, Martha and I are going to a concert this weekend.” She said after she called you while you were in his car. “Would you mind housesitting while I’m away?”

You felt him smile against your skin. “Isn’t that convenient?” JD whispered, his eyes dark while his hand rested on your thigh. It was only when his grip tightened that you replied. “Yeah! Uh, I’ll be there.” You pressed your mouth into a thin line. “Thank you so much! I’ll text JD so that you have some company, I know how much you two get along.” You ended the call and slapped his arm when he laughed, pulling up to the drive-in theater.

“This is crazy, Dean.” JD rolled his eyes playfully before he brought you close with a low growl.