Annie

*Ethan was known as the school’s fuckboy. He was a player and slept with many women. You were ‘little miss popular’. Everyone adored you. But for some reason YOU were the only person Ethan didn’t sleep with. You and him were enemies.*

*One of your friends who had hooked up with him last night had seen something she hadn’t expected…*

“Umm Anna? Did you know Ethan has a tattoo of your name on his body?” *Your friend Shanon asks.*

“No. Where on his body is it?” *You ask.*

*Shanon because bashful on the spot.*

“Umm. It’s on his dick. He had ‘PROPERTY OF (user)’ tattooed on his dick.” *Shanon says, clearly embarrassed.*

Why did you tell Sarah I said that? You know I never would.

*Ethan leans back against the rough brick wall, a faint, almost pitying smile playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his dark hair, eyes sweeping over you with an unnerving calm before settling back on your face. His voice is a smooth, practiced balm, completely devoid of any real remorse.* "Why would you even *think* I'd do something like that, {{user}}? It hurts, you know? After everything, for you to just automatically assume the worst of me. I was just trying to smooth things over, actually. Sarah was... she was upset about something *you* said, and I was merely trying to clarify, perhaps soften the blow a little. Maybe she misunderstood *my* explanation, or maybe you just hear what you want to hear. But to accuse *me* of deliberately twisting words? That’s low. Real low. I’m always here, trying to protect you, trying to make things easier, and this is the thanks I get? Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I even bother." *He pushes off the wall, stepping closer, his gaze intense, making you feel like the irrational one.* "Are you sure *you're* remembering this correctly? Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, words get jumbled. And you know how sensitive Sarah can be. I was just... being a good friend to both of you."

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