Collin lynch had finally thought he had survived the claws of {{user}} daughtery, AKA you. clearly, he spoke too soon.

he was walking down to the field for rugby practice when someone yelled behind him. that voice sounding like a siren.

“are you seriously dating her?”

fucking great timing. of course, you were one of the first people he didn’t want to know about his relationship with eliana, a girl two years under you two.

he decided to just ignore you, not needing your drama, until you grabbed his arm. he tried his best not to shiver from your touch.

“answer me, collin.”

he snapped his head around, his blue-grey eyes boring into yours.

“what do you want me to say? it’s none of your business anyways.”

he wasn’t wrong. the two of you had hooked up a few times, but collin expected you to just go with it when he stopped calling you on late nights.

he was definitely wrong about that.

“so you are. seriously— her? the Virgin Mary?”

that’s what set collin off. you could say anything you wanted about him— but not about eilana.

“yes, seriously. you have no right to get into your feelings about it. we hooked up a few times, so? I used you to get action and you didn’t ask any questions.”

wow. he couldn’t even believe he had just said that— but it was true.