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social media x real life
Lyra Granger is in a friend group with her fellow slytherins. Lots happens. Parties, fights, drama and even more drama.
Is there one boy in the friend group she falls for? Or is it not as perfect as it seems...
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
messenger & instagram & irl
ITS A HABIT. Lyra and Theo sneak out of lesson to make out. They go straight to Lyra's dorm room and come back with messy hair and hickeys on their necks.
Most of her time she was in Theo's dorm when the other boys weren't there, which was often. Mattheo, Enzo and Draco spend lots of time with the other girls in her dorm. Which allows Theo and Lyra to spend more time together,
On Tuesday the twenty eighth Theo and Lyra had a regular night. Her head resting on his chest, his arm around her waist. The peaceful sleep interrupted by a aggressive knock on the dorm door.
"Theo?" Enzo yells out. "Shit" Lyra mutters. She nervously rummages the floor for Theo's jersey and throws it over her exposed chest then pulls on her small black shorts she wore the night before.
"Yeah?" Theo yells out. "Can I come in?" Enzo asks, annoyance lacing his voice. "Wait" Is all replies. Enzo groans. Lyra rushes into the bathroom and locks the door behind her. Theo sighs in relief before opening the door.
"What are you doing here?" Enzo laughs at his bluntness. "Just wondering if you've seen Lyra?" He narrows his eyes at his friends untidy appearance. Theo shakes his head straight away. "Nope"
"Who's that's?" Enzo points to the discarded bra on the floor. Theo flushes bright red. "That's....um.....mine" He mentally face plants at his words. "Really?" "Have a problem with that?"
Enzo shakes his head and laughs. "And those? Those from you as well?" The boy gestures to his own neck. Shit. The hickeys.
"No I burnt myself with a curling iron"
Lyra giggles childishly, clamping her hand over her mouth. "Curling iron?" Enzo can't hold back his laugh. Theo can't go back now. "Yes a curling iron"
"Cut the shit, Lyra's here isn't she?"
Lyra sighs and leans her head against the bathroom door. "Fine she's here" Theo sighs as he falls dramatically against the wall. Lyra slowly unlocks and opens the door, standing in the doorway. "Theo, can you pass me my bra?" She asks timidly. A slight pink running up Theo's cheeks.
He quickly grabs it and hands it to her. Lyra closes the door to put it on and drapes Theo's jersey over her again. Enzo wears a wide grin as Lyra comes into view.
