𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟷

KANE

IZZY GROANS, SHRUGGING her bag up on her shoulders and drags her feet behind me. Marcus snickers, pulling the back of her hair.

"Touch me again and I'll snap your fingers off!"

I chuckle quietly, watching Marcus's hand retreat and his eyes widen. Izzy nods to herself, happy with his reaction and plops onto one of the bean bags in the 'common room'.

Our college is pretty big and the 'common room' is basically where everyone just chills in their free time. It's like the library, but you can actually talk and instead off books, you have a vending machine and bean bags scattered around.

There's even and TV and sound system hooked up. People who do music use it the most and sometimes their songs are kinda good.

"Today was such a shit day." She tightens her high ponytail, scowling at the floor. Izzy crosses her black sweatpants covered legs and leans her elbows on her knees, holding her face in her hands and huffs.

So adorable.

I sit on the spinny chair beside her, while Marcus sits on the floor near her feet, looking up at her with a mock look. "Awh, did poor Izzy get detention."

Izzy's face scrunches up, anger filling her, but from her next words I'm guessing it's not towards Marcus. "That fucking Mr Shepard is a twat."

He is a twat. He's the English Literature teacher and always thinks he's some Shakespeare poet, always speaking as if it's the olden days.

"I hear you," Marcus nods, eyebrows flying up, "Wanna know what he said to me when I had him last week?"

"What did he say?"

I watch the two converse while opening a can of Red Bull, leaning back in my chair and to watch Izzy.

Not in a creepy way-

"He has the audacity to ask who dressed me."

Izzy furrows her brows, annoyance filling her features, "What does he mean by that?"

My eyes trail down to her chest, smirking behind my can when I see she's wearing my hoodie. When I picked her up this morning because she was too lazy to drive, and so seeing her dressed in my hoodie, a tired grin on her face, was a wonderful way to start the day.

It's not long in length, but more baggy. I love when she wears my clothes. My stomach fills with butterflies, unable to hide my smile and giddiness when I remember what's behind those sweatpants. What's written on her bikini line.

Who am I trying to kid? I can never forget that. It plays in my head day and night. Fuck me. I adjust my jeans, head flowing back to three nights before. That wasn't the last time we're doing that.

Seeing her pleasure herself like that- I can't even explain it. The vision is printed in my head and I don't even care. I'll never forget about the noises that left her mouth or how her face scrunched up in pleasure; her head falling back with a loud moan.

I was a dead man, but I crave more.

I don't know what me and Izzy are. We haven't spoken about us sleeping together at all and I don't know if I should be worried. I know she hasn't slept with anyone else since, neither have I, because she's been with me most days.

Do I ask her about it or leave it? Is this us silently taking it slow or does she see us a fuck buddies. I don't want to be fuck buddies. Fuck no.

"He asked if I got dressed in the dark because I was wearing all black." He scoffs, picking the carpet, "Did you see what he was wearing! He looked as if he got dressed by his grandma."