Thursday.
Tomorrow Matthew's sleeping round mine to finish our Chemistry project.
Whilst sat through a shitty lesson of Sociology, all I could think about was him and how I was led next to him, less than a foot away, only a few nights ago. The way his skin felt on my hand. The way his lips were soft like fleece.
I never got round to giving back his sweater, and I was still wearing it throughout today. If I was to pull the neckline up to my face, I could smell the husk of perfume and the natural scent of Matthew. A smell so erotic I couldn't help but find it comforting, especially since this was the only lesson we were apart.
We were in the same Chemistry, Biology, tutor groups, and even core PE. But whilst I took Sociology we were apart, for Matthew opted for Maths, being the more academic out of the two of us. This triggered me to think about the future. I knew he'd do well at his exams, he'd be set for straight A's and an easy entry to a Russel Group Uni. But what about me? I could never keep up.
They say you won't even talk to people you were once friends with at Secondary School when you're out in the real world. but I didn't want that. The longing to be more than just 'friends' forced its way into my mind in such a lustful manor it was something impossible to set aside.
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