TW: Hints at past rape
Heath
Nothing. I feel nothing as he moves inside me.
I've been trying to keep going. To keep hooking up with Xander after that first time to get over Noah. But, it's just not working.
All I can think of is that talk we have. Every time I come in for rehearsal, I try to stay close enough to his side. I'm probably not being subtle, judging by the looks Emily has been giving me. But, I really don't fucking care now.
I just...I know what it's like, and I never wanted him to go through it too. Which makes this even worse, cause I only ever seem to finish when I think about him.
With a final thrust, Xander reaches his climax. After a minute or so, I pretend to as-well. Thankfully, he isn't much for talking once that part happens. So, I breath out a sigh of relief when he gets redressed and leaves the room.
Well, now that that's over, I should probably just head to studio-b to start my solo practice with Noah. Was hoping this would get out my pent up energy. No such luck.
As I head out of the place myself, I can't help hearing a noise coming from the girls' shower room. No part of me particularly wants to listen in, but it's kind of hard to when the moaning coming from whoever is in there is going right through the fucking hall!
Only after a a minute or so do I realise that they're actually saying a name. That is when it finally kicks in! Okay Richelle, guess you have a bit of an admirer.
Should probably leave before-
I jump in the spot when that person walks out, having not noticed they had stopped. My eyes meet Piper's, our sweaty skin and messed up hair telling us all we need to know about what the other was getting into in our rooms.
"Heath" She nods at me, a bit of sweat rolling down the side of her head.
"Piper" I return it, even though every part of me wants to run in the opposite direction. "I'm just going to-" My feet are smacking against the hall leading to studio-b before Piper even gets the chance to register the direction I was pointing at.
Let's just forget it. Do not let that horrible mental image come back and-mother fucker!
I slow to a halt when I finally see Noah, who was waiting for me. Of-course! Of-course out of all the people he had to be talking to right now, it had to be Richelle!
Both of them turn to look at me, and I avoid their gaze. Eventually, Richelle finally says something to him and heads back out. I try to face anywhere but at her.
"You doing alright there?" Noah chuckles. "Look like you've seen a ghost."
He wraps an arm around me, and fuck, I sink into him. We haven't hugged in bit, and even if I am trying desperately to get over these feelings, it's really nice. I wrap one of my own around the back of his waist and push my head to his chest.
"You don't wanna know." I mumble.
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