"Fake" - Daniel Seavey

20

At The House
Y/N's POV

We walked in.

"Oh by the way Zach lives here now."

My eyes widened.

"What?"

"We both lived alone so he moved in."

"Ok..."

"ZACH GET DOWN HERE!"

I looked around.
It looked almost the same, but all the colorful stuff was gone.
It was weird.

"Hey- Y/N?"

I looked at the stairs.

"H-hi." He looked different. He looked hot.

He walked down and hugged me.

"Why is she here?"

"Magic." I said sitting down on the couch.

They sat down.

"Does anyone else live here?"

"No."

"Where's all my stuff?"

"Trash."

My head popped up.

"WHAT."

"I'm kidding, it's where you left it."

"How many girlfriends have you had since I left?"

"3."

"How many hookups?"

"Idk probably like 9."

I didn't say anything.

"I'm kidding."

"How many?"

"I haven't been involved with anyone."

"It's true. He tried to get me to suck his dick once because he was so desperate." Zach budded in.

I giggled and looked at him.

"I bet ur dick gets hard just thinking about having sex with me."

"Stop."

"I'm gonna go upstairs now." Zach said getting up and going upstairs.

Neither of us said anything.

"Did you have sex with him?"

"One time consensually."

"How many times after that?"

"I don't know. Atleast twice a day."

Daniel looked sad.
I didn't know what to say.

"Did it hurt?"

"Come upstairs with me."

"Wha-." I grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs.

He sat down on the bed.

"I'll be right back." I said walking to the bathroom.

I closed the door and slowly took off my clothes.
I looked in the mirror at all the marks he had left on my body.

I sighed and grabbed on of Daniels shirts.
I slid it on and walked out.

He looked up at me confused.

"What are you showing me?..."

I sat down next to him.

"I'm gonna lift up my shirt, please don't touch me. I'm just going to show you so it doesn't shock you in the future."

He nodded.
I slowly lifted up my shirt to my chest.