Book boy

"Why don't you want people to know about us?" Henry asked me as he stepped closer to me. I looked away from his eyes and bit my lip nervously, not knowing the answer to his question.

"Is it because you don't want people to know that you like the boy that reads books at lunchtime?" I looked up at him with my eyebrows frowned in confusion "you read books at lunchtime-"

He cut me off "no it's an exaggeration- that's not even the point" I swallowed nervously, noticing the anger in his voice "I don't know what to tell you, I'm just confused"

Henry kept towering over me considering he's very tall "what? I fucked you and you liked it, right?" I felt my breathe being caught up in my throat at his statement that is so very true.

"Then what's there to be confused about?"

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This story will include: (warnings)

-detailed sexual content

-sexual assault/harassment

-alcohol abuse

-violence

-alcohol, drugs, weed etc.

-family issues