friends or more • jenzie

11 ↬ shes a mystery girl

Johnny Orlando
7:00 am

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You could say that when I woke up with Mackenzie in my arms I was confused.

Confused on why she was here, confused on why we were in the same bed, but most of all confused on why we weren't wearing any clothes.

Then it came back to me.

I hear her soft moans in my mind and remember what it felt like to caress her skin; all of her skin. I close my eyes almost painfully in regret. What have I done?

I've fucked up big time.

Stupidly, I got drunk, and blindsighted by my own feelings– I never even stopped to see if she wanted to comply with what I was doing to her. She doesn't like me back, and now our friendships ruined from these stupid feelings.

I carefully pull the sheets away from myself and roll away from her, standing to find some clothes.

When I'm dressed, I scribble a note out.

Emergency basketball training. It reads. See you later.

Before leaving, I glance over to her from the doorway, and fuck she looks cute in the morning. Her hair is splayed out over my pillows, and the duvet is tucked over her tiny waist. Her arms are covering her chest, and thank god. If they weren't, I'd have a hard time.

Biting my lip, I walk out the door with a frown almost etched into my features.  I pass Lauren in the hall and she looks disheveled, but she gives me a grim smile anyway.

"Who'd you keep in your room last night?" She asks curiously.

I clear my throat. "Nobody?"

"No." She says nonchalantly, scratching her neck. "I swear I heard someone having s–"

"Okay I do... Well, I did. She's gone home though." I laugh in a rush. "I have an emergency basketball training, see you later."

Lauren looks at me weird, but I don't give her time to stare as I rush out the door.

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[35 words]

Omf I'm editing this and it so short so sorry my past self was bad at writing long chapters lol.