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to say you had a bit of a rough nights sleep would have been the understatement of the century. you didn't fall asleep till half past four, your alarm going off at half past six meaning you only had a whopping two hours of sleep. nice.
you had decided to snooze your alarm - big mistake. you ended up oversleeping till 7:15. after being dragged out of bed by your mum, you pulled yourself together and got ready as fast as you could.
"fuck." you muttered, looking at your neck in the mirror. an array of hickies were scattered on your neck - the work of ant. you groaned, doing your best to cover them with concealer.
you and ant had an.. interesting situation. you had been hooking up since the start of the year, but it was COMPLETELY secret and COMPLETELY casual. nothing big. you rarely spoke at school, but at night, sneaking through each other windows, everything was completely different.
after doing your best to hide the hickies - you did not want darren and quinni interrogating you about it - you sprinted out the house, getting on your bike, and cycled to school.
"what's up bitches." you arrive and approach your best friends darren and quinni.
"took your fucking time." darren playfully rolls their eyes, whilst quinni smiles at you.
"i overslept." you scoff, gesturing to your rushed appearance.
"yeah, i can tell, in the nicest way possible, you look-" before darren could finish their sentence, no doubt insulting you, a girl runs out onto the yard, distracting you.
"oi, there's a fully-gacked sex map in the old stairway!" the random girl shouts.
"holy shit." you say, and the three of you scurry to go see.
the map, titled "the incest map", was indeed covered with names from people in your year group.
your eyes quickly search the map, looking for your own name.
there it was, in all it's flesh, with several lines connected from it. a scribbled line, keyed as wristie, between yourself and dusty. bullshit. a line connected to cash which said made out. half true, you'd kissed as a laugh at a party once, clearly nothing serious.
that wasn't the biggest issue though. the big issue was the thick black line between yours and ant's name. fucked. it even had a little note added to it. "hooks up on the regular."
you groan, how the fuck did the creator of the map know about that? had ant been telling people? you swore to each other you'd keep it a secret. why had he told people?
