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I have ran into the locker room after basically having a breakdown from lacrosse practice. Just thinking about Brett hurts.
" How are you doing? " Brett asks as I am packing up my things.
" Yeah I'm fine Brett, " I say a little harsh.
" But you're okay, right? " Brett asks.
" No I'm not okay Brett! " I yell to him while closing my locker. " You are acting like nothing happened, and I want to at least talk about it, " I add.
" Why do we need to talk about it? " Brett asks stepping one step closer.
" We had sex and you're acting like nothing happened. I'm sorry if physical stuff isn't important to you, but I gave myself to you, " I comment.
" Why did you just whisper? " Brett asks.
" I don't want my brother hearing me. Sorry about that, but my brother hates you so much, " I comment.
" Your brother will hate any boy, " Brett comments.
" Yeah and he hates you the most since I'm a Dunbar, " I tell him.
" So are you okay or not? " He asks.
" I just told you I'm not! " I yell. " You made me think I was the most special girl in the world, and you made my first time amazing, and now you treat me like nothing happened and I'm just one of those sluts that you hook up with, " I add.
" You're not a slut or just someone I wanted to hook up with Y/N/N, " he says stepping another step closer to me.
" Then why have you been avoiding me? " I ask.
" Because every time I think about it, all I want is to kiss you, " he comments.
" Then kiss me, " I whisper.
" I've been trying, " he comments.
" Yeah, " I chuckle nervously. He walks over to me and places his hand on my cheek. He moves his hand which moves my face. I make eye contact with him, and both of us lean in. It feels like we're moving in slow motion but we're not. Finally our lips hovering over each other which makes me remember when it happened a few days ago. Finally our lips touch, and our lips move in sync.
He picks me up and slams me against the locker as we continue to kiss. My hands are messing and pulling his hair while he left is finding his way into my shirt. " Y/N how lo- " Liam stops himself. He runs out of the locker room. I jump down from Brett's arms, and run out. " LIAM! LIAM! " I scream. I don't have super hearing but all I can hear is the poem of tears, sobs, and curses of my brother.
I walk back into the room to grab his things and my things. " Y/N I'm sor- " " it's fine Brett. I just need to go find Liam. I'll see you around, " I mutter.
I run out to the lacrosse field to see Liam throwing angrily into the net. " Liam, " I mumble.
" What? " He grunts as he throws another ball into the net.
