Pretty Boy // joji x reader

Secrets

7:36 PM
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 5TH

It's been about a month since the worst night of my life.  I didn't bother to tell Daniel about it because I didn't want him to go on a a rampage or something. The four days he was supposed to be gone turned into a week, and it was terrible. George wouldn't leave me alone, neither would the other two. They'd invite themselves to my apartment or force me to go hang out with them.

Work wasn't bad, we were still setting things up. Construction should start within several months. When Daniel came back, I forced him to sleep over for a week to make up for the time. I felt so guilty sitting on the couch next to him, laughing and pretending as if nothing had happened the week he was gone.

His parents enjoyed the trip, and he brought me a present. It was a beautiful necklace, with a small medallion that had meaningful words engraved onto it.

"Never forget your firsts."

My first boyfriend. My first time cheating. On the first day of the relationship. Never forget. I hated George so much for it, but I know it wasn't much of his fault. He was drunk out of his mind, he didn't know what he was doing.

Right?

Did I know what I was doing?

The memory brought me so much pain, I couldn't bear it. I couldn't imagine what Daniel would say about it. He wouldn't be able to handle it.

Daniel and I haven't done anything like.. that night at all. Just little kisses here and there. Cuddles, hugs, and just sleeping in the same bed sometimes. That's it.

Anyway, George had called me earlier today to get me to hang out with the group while they "fucked bitches". His words. I began to understand these were jokes. His type of humor. I agreed and waited patiently for him to pick me up.

I haven't been the same with George. I spoke cautiously, and didn't joke around about the night at all. He, however, kept taunting me or bothering me about it. He once even offered to reenact it, which I responded with a slap. Ian had been the nicest out of all them about it. He would comfort me, knowing that I didn't like the jokes. I kind of knew Ian better than the rest. He gave me his number, and he'd text me about advice or random things. I've gotten to know him so well, I could actually call him a friend. We try to hang out on Friday nights, maybe watch a movie or just talk. The other don't know that. I also had Max's number too, but the worst he'd do is send me a racist picture. We weren't very close.

I heard knocks from the door and I got up to check the peephole. There he was, the man I secretly despised. I opened the door and gave him a fake smile, then got the rest of my things and locked the door. He grabbed my arm and rushed me to the elevator.

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GEORGE'S APARTMENT
8:01 PM

Ian greeted me as I walked through the door and Max highfived me. I set my things down on George's black couch, removing my shoes at the door, and taking a seat beside Ian. They were playing a card game on the small coffee table, and had several beer bottles lying around. George shut the door and locked it, then plopped down right beside me. He smiled and laid back, his arm at the top of the couch. We sat like this for around a minute before I spoke up.

"So, what're we doing?" I looked at their bright and excited faces, awaiting this night's activities.

"We could go somewhere if you want." Ian said as he reached out for his beer bottle and chugged the remaining liquid.

"We could just film a video." Max spoke. His facial expression changed in an instant - from calm to regret. George sat up and shot him a look as Ian spit up a bit of his drink. I cocked an eyebrow and glanced at George.