Just your typical college romance with fake dating sprinkled on top, along with a little sparkle of forced proximity....and oh did I mention it's her best friends brother who she'll be dating? Her best friends brother who's the hockey team captain...
Pls excuse my writing and posting habits. Life is shit at the moment and writers block sucks. But here we are. I had to make changes in the chap after a discussion w my bsf which took time.........but anyway......
ALSOOOO I MADE AN INSTA FOR THIS. "MISS.HER_3" go follow that. ok bye now. vote comment etc yk the drill.
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Ez eyes me curiously, thick brows furrowed. Leaning down the side of the bed, I bend to pick up my blue purse from the floor, hesitantly pulling out a white envelope. "I found some pictures in his locker and I tried to find Freya, texted and called her too but she didn't reply." I mention, Before revealing the pictures to him.
"Ok.....but what is it?" With worry etched into his sweet face, he leans toward me, trying to grab the envelope but I pull it back slightly. His gaze snaps to me with a worried brow raise. "Nova-"
"It has pictures as in naked ones, but I didn't take them. They look pretty candid to me, so I'm assuming he took them." With a soft tone, I tell him. His entire face changes, soft worried features turning hard with a startled stare directed at me.
He looks alarmed and stares at me for more explanation. I sigh. In the next few seconds I'm pulling out my pictures and handing it to him, letting Freya's similar pictures stay inside.
His fingers grip the Polaroids his usually soft features hardening as his icy gaze runs over the pictures. I eye his tightly clenched jaw before meeting his hardened gaze. "When were you gonna tell me?" Instead of the softness his tone usually hold while talking to me, it is stern and sharp.
"I was trying to find Freya...." he doesn't let me complete my sentence, cutting it off with his demand.
"What does Freya have to do with this?"
My teeth pull on the skin of my bottom lip, not meeting his gaze. I'm sure he doesn't want to see his sisters pictures. "Her pictures." I slightly waved envelope in my hand and watch all colour leave his face.
The planes of his features stiffen as if frozen in time, his wide gaze assessing my face, lips parted as if he can't believe what he had just heard. "What?" he mutters rigidly.
A defeated sigh leaves my lips realizing I should've probably told him the moment I had found out, but instead, I waited which I shouldnt have. I Spend the next few minutes telling him about how and where I found the pictures and why I had waited three days to tell him.
The worry stricken expression doesn't leave his face, Colour still drained as he listens to me.
"Do you think she gave these to him? ......" his whispered words hang in the air, unsure of what to say or think next.
Assessing the situation, I slightly move next to him, fingers brushing his hand as I take back the Polaroids from him before he pops a vein or something.
"I don't think she would do that but......." I go quiet, not knowing what else to say or what to make of this. In the last three days I came up with every kind of situation that might've been the reason or the cause of this, Tried to figure out how and what had happened and came up with a lot of conclusions.
