hi lovelies

And if there was one thing that he learnt, it was that you were chaos.

Not in the loud kind of way that left you with a reputation. 

It was this way that knew how to keep Logan on his feet 24/7 with you.

𝟏 “𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝,”

You were in your dorm with Allie and Hannah doing fit checks as Logan sat on your couch watching. 

He promised to take the three of you to your girls night booking as he liked making sure that you were safe. 

Hannah stood in the frame of your phone as she looked at what she was wearing “so this is actually all from their closests.” She laughed as she did a little twirl. 

You laughed as you shook your head “your shoes are yours!” You corrected as Hannah nodded “yeah these are all mine.” 

The brunette pointed to her sneakers before she pulled you into the frame “the skirt I stole from Allie and the shirt is from brandy.” A smirk spread across your face as Hannah motioned to Logan to join you in your shot. 

Logan wrapped his hand around your waist “I’ve dressed my current boyfriend today in fact.” His arm tensed around your waist. 

He turned to you with a confused expression “your current boyfriend?” He reiterated your words as you nodded with a smile. 

Hannah and Allie giggled from beside your phone “are you planning on getting another one in the future?” Logan scoffed as you caught your lower lip between your teeth trying to swallow your own laughter. 

You ran your fingers down his shirt “hey as they say the night is still young,” you teased as you pulled your attention back to the camera. 

You did everything to not laugh “wow never in my life have I been so offended.” That broke the girls as they were now losing it on the other side of the camera. 

That made Logan clock what was going on “I hate you.” He grumbled as he shook his head making you laugh as well.

You grinned as you cupped his jaw “you love me.” You mumbled as he stuck his tongue out before he kissed you. 

Allie crossed her arms “you better not try to keep her tonight.” Her warning made Logan shake his head.

He laughed as he let his hand settle on your waist “oh no this one is your problem tonight.” He announced as he patted your hip.

𝟐 “𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫?”

You were sat on Logan’s bed as he came out of the bathroom “baby can you call my phone f’me? I can’t find it.” He had a towel wrapped around his waist. 

You nodded as you threw your phone to the bottom of his bed as you looked up from your laptop. He used your password to unlock it before he typed in his number.

Then he frowned

“Wait.”

You  barely looked up “what?” You cocked your head as he sat down on the foot of his bed. 

He turned your phone to face you “why am I saved as John Logan in your phone?” He furrowed his eyebrows as it got your attention.

You placed your laptop next to you as you leaned up to sit closer to him “because that’s your name silly.” You rested your chin against his shoulder.

Logan laughed as the sensation made his squirm “yeah but that’s so formal.” He whined as his lips formed a pout. 

You actually laughed at the sight “you want me to save you as Prince Charming or something?” You proposed as he thought about it seriously for a second.

And then he nodded.

“Maybe I should just save you as an unknown number?”

There was a pause before he shook his head “you’re just mean.” You laughed as you stood up.

You shrugged, “it’s more mysterious.” As you wriggled your eyebrows, Logan pulled you onto his lap.

“You’re one update away from me blocking you.” 

His warning made you laugh as you stuck your tongue out at him.

You smiled, leaned in, and kissed his cheek before you grabbed your phone from his hand. 

You were quick to type something before you showed it to him “happy?” 

‘𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗’ 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 ‘𝙼𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚗 💙’

“Very.”

𝟑 “𝐈’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠,”

You were at practice, sitting in the bleachers in his hoodie, legs swinging as you watched the guys skate drills.

He came out of the locker room as he had his bag slung over his shoulder.

His breath was heavy, hair messy, looking annoyingly good in that effortless way that always made you forget your point for a second.

But not this time.

You pointed vaguely pointed to the group of lower-class men behind Logan “the guy with the dark hair,” you said casually “he’s kind of my type.”

John didn’t even turn around “you mean Carter.” His face turned into a sharp scowl as he heard the younger boys making a joke behind him. 

You nodded as you slotted your phone into the pocket of your hoodie “yep.” You had to admit that if you were a freshman and single, you genuinely would have thought that the dude was hot. 

He looked like a younger version of Logan which is why you found this so funny “you don’t even know him.” Logan deeply inhaled through his nostrils as he grumbled.

You shrugged as you licked your lips “I am just saying,”that’s when he slowly turned his head toward you.

Logan sucked at his teeth “you’re joking right?” He was practically weighing up the cost of what his bail money would be if he hit Carter.

You shrugged, “am I?” There was a beat of silence.

Then he stopped walking “that’s it.” He announced as he shook his head 

“What?”

Logan sharpened his gaze back to the younger teammates “we’re leaving. I’m transferring teams. Maybe we’re moving countries.”You laughed as he hoisted you over his shoulder making you squeal.

He started walking the two of you out of the rink “you are a nightmare god.” He was genuinely considering relocating his entire life out of spite.

Or possibly throttling Carter into fear to avoid you for the rest of his life.

Carter never found out he was nearly responsible for a national hockey scandal.

𝟒 “𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞,”

After Dean swore that you and Logan were the worst when it came to PDA. 

And as you had a thing for proving the blonde boy wrong, you set yourself up on a challenge. 

You wanted to see just how long it would take Logan to realise if you swiped his kisses. 

Dean believed that Logan wouldn’t make it past 5 pm but you decided to back your boyfriend more than that “but you can’t avoid him all day then!” Dean pointed out as he watched Logan walk into the cafeteria. 

You smiled as you got up “luckily for me I have a class in ten minutes.” You shot back as you stuck your tongue out at the blonde. 

Logan dropped his bag into the seat where you were just sitting “hey pretty girl.” Logan smiled as he leaned down to kiss your lips. 

You swerved letting his lips grazed your cheek “hey babe I gotta go!” You patted his cheek before you ran off. 

It left Logan a little confused as he watched you run off “that was a little weird right?” Logan motioned to you as your body disappeared into the crowd. 

Dean shook his head as he ate a carrot stick “not a clue what you’re talking about.” The second rule that you two came up with was that, neither one of you could hint that there was a bet going on. 

By the time 2 pm came around Logan was waiting outside of your building after class “hey there princess.” Logan walked towards you with a smile as he reached for your hand. 

You matched his facial expression as you leaned up to kiss him before you remembered what was going on “hi handsome.” You awkwardly shifted into giving him a hug. 

As Logan patted your back, he almost wondered if he was just dreaming “the guys are waiting back at the house.” His announcement came as he mentally went through the previous events of the day as he was concerned he pissed you off. 

You pulled away with a smile “perfect,” you squeezed his hand “shall we go?” You asked as you cocked your head. 

Dean watched how you dodged Logan throughout the next few hours. 

If you were any decent with a pair of skates, Dean would have proposed that he got you on the team. With the way you had been side stepping Logan, it was almost impressive. 

Logan however, lacked the sentiment as you excused yourself to go to the bathroom “is it just me or is she being weird?” Logan spoke up as Dean celebrated.

But his cheering fell short when he realised that it was in fact 5:01 pm, what made your boyfriend even more confused was that you were running down the stairs cheering. While Dean sat with his head in his hands. 

The brunette motioned between the two of you “okay what is going on between the two of you?” Logan asked as you marched over to him.

Your hands cupped his cheeks “god I love you.” You pulled him into a kiss that was so strong the two of you actually fell onto the couch. 

Logan wasn’t going to complain as his hands steadied himself on your waist “god I hate it when she’s right.” Dean’s grumble was enough to make Logan pull away from you. 

He cocked his head, making you sigh, “we had a bet that if I didn’t kiss you, you couldn’t last until five PM before you brought it up.” Your announcement made him laugh. 

Logan stood up as he pulled you up with him “so that’s why you didn’t kiss me,” he spoke as he cocked his head. 

You nodded now feeling somewhat bad until Logan wrapped his arms around your waist “if you boys will excuse us, we have some making out to catch up on.” His eyes flickered with mischief as the boys groaned. 

Garrett shook his head “turn that up so we drown them out.” He grumbled, tapping Tucker’s shoulder as he pointed to the tv while Logan led you upstairs.

𝟓 “𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞?”

You were sat in the kitchen as Tucker cooked dinner for the group. 

Logan was propped up on the counter as Garrett sat next to you “oh my god babe you wanna know what I saw?” You asked as Logan nodded. 

He snatched a freshly cut carrot from Tucker’s chopping board, making the younger boy swat his hand away “Dean is on hinge!” Your announcement made all three boys freeze. 

While Tucker and Garrett looked at each other, a little confused why you were on that app. Logan seemed far more curious to know what kind of prompts Dean had picked “wait show.” Logan motioned to you to hand him your phone.

When you smiled both other boys laughed finally catching onto what you were doing “nah I didn’t take a picture of it because I was so shocked, I just had to press close on his profile.” You swore your boyfriend must not have heard you properly.

But Logan shook his head “you can’t tell me that you found his profile and then not show me!” The boy whined as he walked over to you. 

His hands wrapped around your shoulders as he rested his head against yours “c’mon babe.” He dragged out the last letter of the last word making you grin. 

Logan pressed a kiss into your hair “this is just cruel and unusu-” he cut himself off as he stood up straight. 

Garrett stood up as he reached for his phone seeing that he was meant to meet Hannah for dinner “bingo.” He patted Logan’s shoulder before he left. 

Logan cocked his head as he looked at you “why are you on hinge?” He turned your body towards him. 

You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a laugh “I just like to see who is single.” You nodded to yourself, earning a laugh from Garrett before he left the room. 

Your boyfriend cocked his head as he furrowed his eyebrows, “so is your profile like just you or?” He trailed off making you scoff “John Logan do you seriously think that I’m on a dating app to find us a throuple?” 

Your words made Tucker cough as he packed up, laughing “I mean you’ve always said you wanted to try something.” Logan shrugged as he kissed your cheek. 

You scoffed as you gasped, “yeah like positions in your bed, not who is gonna watch.” Tucker had opted to slowly slip out of the room as he was no longer interested in listening to this conversation. 

Logan tucked your hair behind your ear “who said anything about them watching?” His smirk strengthened as your cheeks reddened. 

It wasn’t often that you were speechless but in this moment you actually didn’t know what to say “should I be concerned that you actually seemed turned on by this?” You cocked your head as you pursed your lips together.

Your boyfriend laughed as he shook his head “you’re the one finding my friends on hinge.” Logan taunted as he pinched your side. 

You rolled your eyes “I don’t have a damn hinge account!” You groaned making him smile.

Logan wrapped his arms around you as you stood “good,” he mumbled as he pecked your lips “for the record I like having you all to myself.”

+ 𝟏 “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝,”

The group was all in the living room as the boys played the NHL video game in the tv while Logan and you were on a beanbag “thanks.” He sent you a smile as he pulled you on top of him as you handed him a water bottle. 

He pressed a kiss against your cheek making you grin “you two make me sick.” Garrett gagged seeing the two of you from the corner of his eye. 

It made you laugh as you stuck your tongue out at him “oh babe?” Logan spoke up as he scrolled on his phone. 

You turned back to face him “my ex texted me today.” He spoke casually, still not looking at you. 

You blinked slowly as your throat constricted “your what?” Your face turned as if you had just eaten a lemon.

You hadn’t noticed that the boys paused the tv to focus on you both as you were too concerned, and kept scrolling on his phone.

“Ex.”

You stared at him like he had grown three heads “for what?” You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but in that moment, you were teetering on the edge. 

Logan shrugged “she was checking in.”You felt your face go flat as there was little left in your reserve to bite your tongue.

Part of you wondered if when you went to the kitchen to get water, if you were dropped in some alternate universe “oh, that’s sweet,” you said slowly, your body tensed as you prepared your next question “did you reply?” It felt like a penny could have dropped in that moment and it would have echoed through the house.

He shrugged as he bounced his foot “yeah,” there was silence as you sat up a little.

Tucker swore he watched you crack your knuckles a little “you replied.” You couldn’t miss the scowl on your face as you rolled your eyes.

“Mhm.”

Now he looked at you, like he was trying not to smile “and what did you say?” You struggled to understand what rock Logan had hit his head with to assume that you’d be totally fine with him chatting all to his ex like it was nothing. 

He leaned back running his fingers through his hair “I just said hi,” he shrugged as you finally scoffed because that was it.

Something in you snapped instantly “oh, perfect,” you said, standing up “that’s great. I love that. So glad we’re doing this.”

“Doing what?”

You grabbed your bag as you stopped to look at him“whatever this is. Whatever situation I’ve apparently been invited into.” Part of you didn’t know if you were about to commit murder or just burst into tears.

Now he was definitely smiling “you’re jealous.” He pointed out as he stood up crossing his arms in the process.

Your lips formed a sharp line “I’m not jealous.” You grumbled as it made you stop what you were doing.

Logan looked at your bag “you’re literally packing up your things.” Half the stuff that you had thrown into it was stuff that you used to just leave at the house. 

Dean had to admit he didn’t think that you had so many chargers at theirs “I’m going home.” You corrected Logan as you rolled your eyes.

“With my hoodie.”

A wicked laugh escaped your lips “oh you won’t need it where you’re going,” you snapped and that finally broke him.

He laughed like actually laughed and it was enough to make you clench your teeth.

And still he laughed again “babe,” he said, still grinning, “I don’t have an ex.”

You froze as your hands landed on your hips as your bag fell to the floor “huh?” You cocked your head as you were trying to keep the words that came out of your mouth appropriate.

“I made it up.”

You stared at him for a full five seconds and the boys swore that Logan must have gone too far “you are so dead,” you went to hit his chest but instead he pulled you into his arms.

He kissed your knuckles, still laughing “karma is a bitch huh?” Logan teased you as he ran his thumb over your cheek.

Dean rolled his eyes as he rubbed his knee “you two make me sick.” He fake gagged as he shook his head. 

When Logan grabbed a pillow off of the couch and threw it at the blonde.

As you laughed, you knew that you couldn’t even stay mad for long.

Because John Logan looked way too happy watching you lose your mind over him.

And you hated that you liked that part the most.

You'd been fresh off a three-goal win for the Briar women's soccer team, still wearing your practice hoodie as you wandered into Malone's with half the squad behind you. The place was already buzzing, students packed, waiting for the band setting up on the stage.

Justin was crouched beside an amp, tightening cables when one of your teammates accidentally bumped into his guitar case "sorry!" she called out as she backed away.

Justin looked up with an easy smile “no damage done." He shook his head as his eyes landed on you.

You had been looking at him first.

His muscle tee that had practically been made for his arms. 

You didn’t know if you were meant to be jealous of the shirt or of the fact that he was clearly one of gods favourites.

Cute.

Very cute.

Justin licked his lips "you gonna keep staring?" he asked with a grin, "or help me pick this thing up?"

Your lips curved as you crossed your arms “what if I was just waiting for a show?” You shrugged as he laughed.

"Oh, you're one of those."

You furrowed your eyebrows “one of what?" Your teammates stood behind you enjoying watching the interaction unfold.

Justin put his guitar down "the girls who flirt before introducing themselves." He stood towering over you.

You held out your hand anyway and introduced yourself as he took it "Justin." You internally repeated his name letting it linger on your tongue.

The look he gave you made you smirk "you always this cocky, Justin?" You asked as you ran your tongue over your teeth.

Justin shook his head “only when pretty girls keep looking at me." You squeezed his hand once before letting go.

Your cheeks turned pink "confidence. I like it." As you walked back to the team who had found a booth, he called after you.

He fiddled with his guitar pick "what's your team?" You glanced back over your shoulder.

"Soccer."

He smirked as he looked you up and down “explains the ego." You laughed as you flipped him off earning a chuckle from him too.

From that night onward, flirting became your thing.

You'd arrive at Malone's every Friday and Justin would already be there, tuning his guitar.

Sometimes he'd save your usual table without saying a word.

Sometimes on the colder nights you’d steal his hoodie while he was distracted talking to the drummer.

Once you hid his guitar picks.

Another time he convinced the bartender to replace your usual drink with sparkling water just to watch your offended expression.

By the time you noticed it, Justin was already grinning as he watched you “you are the worst." You shook your head as he grinned. 

Justin let his hands rest on his hips “you still came over." He shot back as you rolled your eyes “to yell at you."

He waved you off “whatever helps you sleep." You stuck your tongue out at him before you made your way back to the booth.

Everyone noticed.

Your teammates.

His bandmates.

Dean even had it as a new thing to tease you about during your Wednesday morning lecture. 

One Friday, after Justin had spent nearly an entire set looking in your direction between songs. 

Allie leaned over the counter as you came up for another drink "you know he likes you.” She brushed your elbow with hers. 

You brought the straw to your lips "I know." You nodded as the girl scoffed.

"So why are you still flirting like neither of you knows?"

You shrugged, "it's fun,” she placed her hands on her hips as she shook her head.

She smiled knowingly, “you're scared,” she pointed her finger at you.

"I am not."

Justin caught your eye halfway through a song.

Without thinking, you smiled.

He smiled right back.

Allie couldn’t help it when she laughed “so what is holding you back from the boy that likes ya?”You looked away first as the question made you sigh. 

Because truthfully, you didn’t have an answer to her question.

It wasn't just at Malone's anymore.

Justin started showing up to your games.

At first, you assumed it was a coincidence.

Until after one particularly muddy win, you spotted him leaning against the fence with two coffees, "you stalking me?" You asked as you waved goodbye to your teammates that were going to head back the other way.

He handed a coffee over as he shook his head "I prefer supportive." Justin corrected you.

It made you laugh "do you know the rules?” You didn’t mean it to be mean, but you had so many different conversations with Justin. 

And he seemed to know enough to have found out that there are 11 players on a team on the pitch "I know enough." He nodded, clearly backing himself.

"Oh yeah?"

Justin thought back to some of his personal favourite highlights from the show “you yell at referees." You laughed, remembering how you mouthed off at the ref.

"They deserve it."

The image of how you scored lingered in his mind "you celebrated like you've won the World Cup." You shook your head ready to correct him.

"We're passionate."

Justin laughed as he looked at how your white socks were still stained by the muddy water “you shoved your teammate into a puddle." A giggle erupted from your stomach.

"She deserved that too."

Justin sipped at his coffee "I like watching you." The comment came out innocently.

Your eyebrows raised as you coked your head “you’ve been watching me?” You tried to mask your surprise.

Yet failed miserably when he nodded, “how many games?" You stepped closer to him as he avoided your gaze.

"Enough."

The boy mumbled as he looked up at the sky "Justin,” you placed your hand on his arm as his head snapped down making his eyes lock onto yours.

"Five."

You stared as your jaw dropped, “you've come to five games?" His ears turned pink as you laughed.

"They're fun."

You pointed your finger at him “you've sat through five full games of women's soccer-" he cut you off "twice it went into overtime."

You shook your head, “why didn’t you do her mention it to me?” He shrugged as he looked at the torn up pitch.

He didn’t expect to care you as deeply as he did as quickly as he did "I liked seeing you where you're happiest." For the first time in a long while, you didn't have a teasing response.

Because somehow, that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to you.

After that day you hadn’t seen Justin for a while.

But that wasn’t to say that he wasn’t consuming most of your thoughts. 

Like clockwork, it was Friday and you were back in Malones watching Justin’s set. 

Except this time he had offered a song up to his favourite athlete. 

He hadn’t even mentioned you by name. 

Not that it mattered, because everyone knew it was you. 

Even if they didn’t say it, their eyes still lingered on you throughout the song. 

By the time the band finished nearly an hour later, most of the crowd had started filtering outside.

You waited near the bar, pretending to scroll through your phone.

Justin appeared beside you a few minutes later, guitar case slung over one shoulder “so I’m guessing you’re into me?" You teased him as you laughed. 

The boy had dedicated his cover of ‘Into You’ to you “glad you were able to get the hint.” He shot back as he placed his hands on the table.

You nodded as you crossed your arms “I think everyone got that hint.” Your words made his cheeks turn red. 

He had to admit that he hadn’t thought out the possibility that you would have disliked it “you really hated it?" He frowned before he trailed off “was it the attention?"

You nodded as you sucked at your teeth “a little." You tucked your hair behind your ear “I like that your attention was on me.” Your words were honest as you put your hands into your pockets.

His expression softened, “it was always you." The words hung between you.

Neither of you joked.

Neither of you looked away.

And in that moment, you didn’t know if it was tonight that tipped you over the edge. But you knew that you wanted all of Justin in that moment and you weren’t going to wait any longer.

If the game the two of you played was one of cat and mouse, you knew you needed to pounce now.

You finally pulled him in close and you kissed him. It was aggressive, as if all the time flirting with him had built up to this. 

You let out a whimper when he bit your lower lip. He pulled away letting his forehead rest on yours “come back to mine?” You asked as he cleared his throat. 

“Lead the way pretty girl.”

Luckily, the walk was short back to your dorm hall. 

If the walk was any longer than the five minutes that it was, you genuinely swore that you might have acrtually burst on the walk.

You got to the front of your building as Justin kissed you against, letting his knee slot between your legs “fuck I need you J.” You begged feeling the tension pool in your core. 

Justin smirked “glad to see hear that you’re into me too.” The joke landed as he pecked your lips as you squeezed his hand, deciding that the little bit of patience that you had left you were going to use to get yourself to your room.

As he followed you up the steps, hand still wrapped securely around yours, you realised the tension that had been building for months had finally broken.

The two of you moved quickly through the hall. 

Your hand fiddled with the key as the boy nipped at your neck “if you don’t let me unlock this door we are not fucking in this hallway.” You grumbled as you made him laugh. 

Justin pulled away from you as he grinned letting his hands rest on your hips “didn’t take you for an exhibitionist.” His words vibrated in your ear as you unlocked your door “but tonight I’m glad we’re in here.” 

Within seconds of you two getting into your room he had you pressed up against your door “c’mere.” You murmured as you cupped his cheeks.  

His fingers tugged through your hair as his tongue swiped across your lower lip. The movements were messy, you were glad that your roommate was out of town. 

Justin felt a tent form in his pants making him groan “fuck you’re gonna be the death of me.” He dropped his head to the crook of your neck. 

His skin felt warm as you grinned letting your hand crawl up the inside of his shirt. 

Your nails pressed against his skin “I know.” It was enough to hooking his fingers under your thighs as he was desperate to have you. 

The soft hue from your LED lights made your skin glow as Justin set you on your bed “as hot as you look in this, I need to get you out of it.” His fingers tugged at your shirt as you nodded in agreement. 

The movements were messy as all of your clothes landed in a pile on your floor and before you knew it you were on top of the boy “shit this pussy was made for me.” Justin grunted as he drove his head into your pillow.

Your hands pressed into his chest as you drove your cunt into his cock “all yours.” You babbled in agreement letting your head drop.

Justin’s hands cupped your tits, letting his fingers roll your nipples between them “perfect perfect girl.” His voice was a low groan, the vibrations rattled through your bones. 

The singer brought his hips up to meet yours causing your core to burn “you feel so good.” You cried out as you let your teeth catch on your lip.

Justin was bigger than you were used to, he was in fact huge. It was clear that he was having the time of his life as he grinned, rubbing his thumb against your clit. 

The sensitive bud made your body shake “don’t stop,” you pleaded leaning back as you let your hands rest on his thighs to give him better access to fuck your cunt.

It made the boy sit up, wrapping his lips around your nipple before you had a chance to question him “jesus fuck oh-” Justin smirked against your skin as the string of expletives slipped from your lips. 

Justin shook his head as he looked up at you “what would your coaches think about your dirty mouth.” He had sat through one of your many rants about how the coaches wanted you to have a ‘cleaner’ mouth when you were on the pitch. 

It made you squirm as you didn’t respond. 

You needed the boy in such a carnal way that he probably could have said anything and gotten away with it. So you used your energy to grab a fistful of his hair as the sounds of skin slapping bounced off your walls. 

The boy let out a grunt enjoying how the two of you had this rhythm that was like clockwork. His mouth found your other nipple, his teeth grazed over the sensitive peak making your body shiver. 

His calloused finger against your clit made your body squirm as your eyes began to roll back “I’m close!” You blurted it out, the words coming out the strongest that your words had since Justin started fucking you.

The boy nodded in agreement “me too, baby.” His eyes focused on yours but your body seemed to be concerned about fucking yourself on his cock.

His free hand’s fingers caught your jaw, forcing you to look back at him “go ahead pretty girl.” His voice was sickly sweet as a cry broke through your voice.

You don’t need to be told twice and it felt like a floodgate had opened between your legs. Your back arched into him as your fingers gripped at the hair on the nape of his neck. As you came hard your eyes screwed shut with white specks casting across your vision while your thighs shook. 

Justin had to resort to wrapping his arm around your torso so you didn’t fall.  

Your body felt dizzy as pleasure coursed through your veins and as your hips began to slow down, Justin took over. 

His erratic thrusts tipped himself over the edge as your cunt clamped around his cock, your walls practically suffocating him.

You felt boneless in his hold as your chest heaved and your head rested against his shoulder “that was-” you cut yourself off with a huff.

Hannah needed Justin Kohl to finally notice her.

Garrett Graham needed to pass Philosophy or risk Coach ending his life before midterms.

So they made a bargain after class when he knew she did well on the assignment Garrett had leaned back, unfazed by the fact that he had gotten her name wrong “fake dating. We make people think we’re together. Justin notices. You win.” Garrett pointed at Hannah who furrowed her eyebrows.

She cocked her head “and what do you get?” She knew that it was a two way street so she didn’t know what he was meant to get from it.

Garrett motioned to his paper “an A,” he spoke in a duh tone as Hannah had stared at him for a long moment.

Then, against all better judgment, she’d agreed.

Neither of them realised what they were actually agreeing to.

Sure they knew it was going to be real to the world. 

With everyone’s eyes on them as the fifth line page as they were the newest and hottest topic. 

What Garrett didn’t expect was that he would actually want to be in a relationship with someone after this. 

What made it complicated was that it wasn’t Hannah, that he learnt to care for. 

It was you. 

The girl that was Hannah and Allie’s roommate. 

Hannah’s best friend.

The person she trusted with everything.

And the first time Garrett saw you, he completely forgot how to act like a functioning human being.

It was supposed to be a quick visit.

He’d knocked on the door expecting Hannah with her bag ready to go and study.

Instead, you opened it.

Your hair was messy and you were in one of your old band hoodies. 

Garrett stopped breathing for a second.

Just one.

But it was enough “hi there,” your fingers wrapped around the door as you cocked your head.

And he’d replied, far too late “hi,” his cheeks reddened and he swore he was in some cruel play teaching him about feelings. 

You smiled and he somehow felt lighter “Han, your boy is here!” You called out to her door where she burst out of her room. 

Hannah noticed immediately how Garrett was rattled. 

Of course she did.

Because Garrett Graham was many things, but subtle was not one of them.

Hannah giggled over her book“you know you were staring at her,” she said later that night.

Garrett scoffed as he shook his head “I was looking at the girl that opened the door.” He argued as he looked at his water bottle.

The girl grinned as she shook her head “you are,” she shot back, enjoying how she clearly she was pushing Garrett’s buttons. 

The hockey player rolled his eyes “I met her once.” He pointed out as he didn’t even know your name.

Hannah just smiled into her drink “all I’m gonna say is that love at first sight is a real thing.” He didn’t answer as he flipped to a different page in the notebook that he held. 

Which was answer enough.

What made it worse in the way that felt almost unbearable was that Garrett never acted on it.

He couldn’t.

Because the fake relationship was still going.

Because everyone thought he was Hannah’s boyfriend.

Because you were Hannah’s best friend, and he wasn’t about to turn your world into a mess.

So he stayed careful.

Polite.

Friendly.

He helped you carry things when your arms were full.

He remembered your coffee order once and then never forgot it.

He asked questions about you that he pretended were casual.

And every time, you told yourself the same thing: that he was dating Hannah and that you had to drown yourself in male attention until you could fully accept in your heart that he was off limits.

End of story.

Except it never felt like the end of anything.

What you didn’t know, and what you couldn’t know was that you weren’t totally invisible in the way that you intended to be.

You thought Garrett belonged to someone else.

You intended to take how you felt about hockey captain to your grave before anyone found out about it.

So every time your heart tripped over itself when he smiled at you, you shoved it down.

Every time he leaned in too close, you stepped back.

Every time he looked like he wanted to say something more, you convinced yourself you were imagining it.

Because you couldn’t do that to Hannah, and you sure as hell assumed that her boyfriend was smart enough not to cross that kind of boundary with you. 

So you made yourself small in all the places it mattered.

The breaking point, for you, came in October.

Garrett asked you to get coffee.

Just you.

Not Hannah.

Not a group.

Just you.

It was meant to be something so simple that you shouldn’t have been phased.

And for half a second, something bright and impossible flared in your chest.

Then reality snapped it in half, “oh,” you said carefully.

His expression shifted immediately “oh?” It felt like a slap to his face as he clenched his fist.

You cocked your head “why?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you felt like you were dancing on a tightrope.

Garrett actually let out a soft laugh “because I want to spend time with you.” He shrugged as he let his words hang in the air.

The silence that followed was sharp enough to hurt “it’s probably best I don’t,” you added quickly, forcing your voice steady.

Garrett looked like he’d been physically hit “right,” he said quietly as he licked his lips “okay.”

And then he walked away with his hands shoved into his hoodie.

And you stood there hating yourself for the rest of the day without really knowing why.

That night, he showed up at Hannah’s dorm looking like something had gone wrong in his chest “she said no,” he muttered he knew you were out on a date because Hannah had told him earlier that week that you were planning on going out with some guy from a class of yours. 

So the dorm was technically a safe, you free space.

Hannah didn’t even look up “no to what?” Hell, part of her didn’t even know who he was talking about.

“Coffee.”

Now she looked up as a grin formed on her face when everything clicked into place “you asked her out?” She pushed onto her knees as she clasped her hands together.

“I asked her for coffee.”

Garrett’s correction came with a scoff from Hannah “that’s asking her out.” She pointed out in a duh tone.

“It wasn’t supposed to be.”

Hannah studied him for a long moment “oh my god!” She clasped her hands over her mouth as she gasped.

“What?”

Garrett’s eyes went wide as he watched the girl “you like her,” the announcement came as Hannah pointed at him. 

“I don’t.”

She laughed as he shook his head “you do,” it was clear to her now that you were the reason why Garrett was getting soft; she had nothing to do with it.

It made him finally snap “I can’t.” The captain’s tone was harsh as he tugged his fingers through his hair. 

In that moment Hannah was ready to go marching down the quad to find you and announce that the boy who liked you was in fact very single “Garrett-” or at least force Garrett to accept that he clearly did like you.

Garrett shook his head as he got up “I can’t,” he repeated, quieter this time.

Because you were on a date with another guy.

Because the fake relationship still existed.

And the media frenzy that would follow from him for going for two best friends was bound to be uncomfortable.

Because he wasn’t supposed to want anyone.

And because, worst of all, he didn’t think you wanted him back.

The weeks that followed were a slow unravelling.

You noticed him pulling back.

Less teasing.

Less lingering.

Less of whatever you’d been imagining before you convinced yourself it was never real.

And it hurt more than it should have.

You told yourself it was relief.

That it was better this way.

That you were just being dramatic.

But it felt like a loss.

Everything broke on an ordinary afternoon in November.

You came home from a morning lecture when Hannah asked to talk.

Her tone made your stomach churn “sit down,” she said gently when you dropped your bag.

That alone made your heart drop.

You started walking towards the bench as she exhaled.

And then she said it.

“We never dated.”

You blinked “what?” You dropped onto the bench next to her as your ears rang.

Hannah tucked her hair behind her ears “Garrett and I. It was fake.” You swore in that moment that the world stopped.

Like a record got scratched when the needle pushed off of it.

For a second, your brain simply refused to process the words “fake,” you repeated.

“Yeah.”

You cracked your knuckles as you ducked in your teeth “how long?” You ran your fingers along your arm.

She felt like she was setting off a live wire“the whole time,” her expression was blank as if she was waiting for you to respond first.

It felt like something inside your chest cracked open all at once “the whole time?” you whispered as you frowned when she nodded.

Your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose “so I’ve just been avoiding him for months for no reason?” You almost laughed as you couldn’t believe this.

Your body felt like it was drowning and your head was barely able to stay above water. 

Hannah argued back “it wasn’t for no reason because you didn’t know.” she said quickly as she shook her head.

“But I did,” your voice broke “I thought I was being respectful. I thought I was being a good friend. I thought-” your throat tightened, suddenly everything collided at once.

Every moment you’d stepped back.

Every time you’d stopped yourself from wanting.

Every time you’d felt guilty for even thinking about him.

Every moment you swore you were the worst friend alive for letting Garrett take up too much space in your brain.

And none of it had been necessary.

None of it had been real.

Your breath hitched, “oh my god,” you said again, but this time it didn’t sound like disbelief.

It sounded like overwhelm.

Hannah stood up, alarmed, “hey-” she reached for your hand 

You shook your head as you raised your hand to stop her “I need a minute.” Your brain felt like it had been going a mile a minute and you were desperate to slow it down.

But there wasn’t a minute.

Because there was never a minute when you wanted time to be on your side.

Because the door opened.

And Garrett walked in.

The moment he saw your face, everything in him stopped “what happened?” he asked immediately seeing how your expression was teary-eyed.

You looked at him like you didn’t know where to put all the emotion in your body “Hannah told me.” You blurted it out as you sniffled still wishing that the ground had swallowed you whole.

His expression changed instantly.

Tension. Realisation.

Then guilt “what did she tell you?” Garrett had come up with a whole speech to tell you how he felt, and this really wasn’t it.

Hell he had literally made John Logan ask you out so that Garrett could come and see you in a place that wasn’t the library or the dorm.

Your voice shook when you answered “that you two weren’t real.” He exhaled slowly, careful to not be the one to break the silence.

Behind him, Hannah quietly grabbed her jacket “I’m going to- I got nothing I’ll leave you two to this,” she said, already backing away so fast that neither one of you could argue.

He scoffed as he shook his head “traitor,” Garrett muttered, not looking away from you.

The door closed.

And the room felt too small “you thought we were together,” he said softly as he placed his bag on the floor.

You laughed once, but it came out broken “everyone thought that.” You shook your head as you brought your knees to your chest.

“That’s not an answer.”

You sighed as you looked out of the window “it was real to me,” you said, quieter now “and that was the problem.”

Something in his expression shifted “I didn’t know,” he said as he took a space on the bench next to you.

“I know.”

Garrett reached for your leg “I didn’t mean for you to-” he cut himself off as you shifted your legs away to block his hands.

Your hand wiped your cheer fearing that it was still damp from your previous tears “I know,” you repeated, sharper this time, then immediately softer. 

“I know. That’s not what I’m upset about,”

Garrett cocked his head “then what is it?” Your breath shook as your body felt numb. 

You pinched your fingers together in an attempt to steady yourself “everything I stopped myself from feeling,” you admitted feeling like an idiot. 

You didn’t want to admit the truth but when he looked at you, it was as if you’d lost your filter“because I thought I was respecting something that didn’t even exist.” The words landed between you like something fragile breaking.

Garrett went still.

Then, carefully, “you stopped yourself?” It made you roll your eyes.

You let out a shaky breath “don’t make me say it again.”A beat and then his voice dropped.

“Did you like me?”

Your eyes burned because the slight change in tense had you thinking that you were the biggest idiot of all “yes.” You nodded, your voice came out barely above a whisper.

Something in him broke open at that.

Because he had been so careful.

So patient.

So convinced he was the only one falling.

Like you were the person his mom promised him was out there since he was a kid “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that,” he said, almost letting out a laugh 

Your breath hitched as you felt sick his laugh was quiet, almost disbelieving, “since the first day I met you.” He carried on when you didn’t speak. 

That made your chest ache harder “I thought you were with Hannah,” you said with a sigh as you finally looked at him.

“I wasn’t.”

You nodded as you licked your lips “I know that now,”he turned his body to fully face you, slower this time, like he was giving you every chance to stop him.

Garrett hated how much he felt the need to care in this moment, hell he hated how you made him feel so many emotions he didn’t think he was capable of experiencing “I was trying not to mess anything up,” Garrett brushed his fingers through his hair. 

“That’s why I didn’t- I never intended on crossing any lines.” 

It should have comforted you that you both had the same moral compass in this “you already did,” you whispered your brain shouldn’t have felt this annoyed still. 

Like there was hurt in your heart that your mouth was having to figure out how to mask in real time. 

His gaze flickered to your mouth.

Then back to your eyes.

“Yeah,” he admitted quietly “I think I did.”

The air between you felt charged now. Fragile or maybe real.

“Can I-” he started, then stopped.

You nodded before he finished the question.

That was all it took.

Garrett closed the distance carefully, like he still didn’t fully trust it.

Like you might disappear if he moved too fast.

His hand lifted to your cheek, warm and steady.

And when he finally kissed you, it wasn’t rushed or uncertain.

It was like something that had been held back for too long finally giving in.

Soft at first.

Then deeper.

Like relief.

Like relief you didn’t realize you’d been waiting for.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

Neither of you spoke for a moment.

You just breathed the same air.

And for the first time all semester, nothing about it hurt.