Do I look like your girlfriend?
cw: men dni! love triangle between Powder and Jinx , Jinx is manipulative , a bit of violence , r!switch, oral sex , fingering , praising , internalized homophobia kinda , pet names
This is the first fanfic I have written. I want to mention that english isn't my first language but I’d like to start writing more about Abby, Ellie, Caitlyn, Vi and Jinx!
This chapter focuses more on Powder.
You and Powder had been friends for a long, long time now. You met her on your university campus on a hot, sunny day you'd never forget. You looked awful back then. The way you looked on the outside was a reflection of how you felt inside, you were just as broken. You yelled at her, pushed her and acted like crazy.
But she didn't react the way you'd expect it, she wasn't rude. especially not after noticing how embarrassed you were when you saw that she wasn't the person you were looking for.
She noticed the confusion all over your face. It made her feel a little sorry for you, so she offered to help you to find the person you were looking for, genuinely worry about you, even though you were a stranger.
But the moment you shook your head and walked away, she let it go.
She didn't notice at first. Actually, her friends did.
"Hey, powpow, you know that girl? She's been staring at you ever since we walked into the cafeteria." Ekko said, stealing a fry from his best friend while she was too busy looking in your direction to notice.
Powder narrowed her eyes, staring back at you without the slightest hint of embarrassment. You inmediately looked away, trying to pretend she hadn't caught you looking.
At first, she didn't recognize you, but once she did, she simply smiled, turned back to her and shrugged. "No? I mean... A few days ago she ran up to me screaming like a crazy. I assumed she had her period or something."
"wait what? Are we talking about the same girl?" Caitlyn said, a slight frown crossing her face.
You and Caitlyn shared a few classes together.
You were constantly fighting to be the best, becoming academic rivals from the moment your degree started. Over time, thought, you'd gotten to know each other. You were paired together for projects more than once, she thought you were a decent person and you never gave her a reason to think otherwise; even when you were competing over grades, you were always calm and polite with her.
"well, yeah, she called me by a different name. Guess I reminded her of someone she was looking for." She said it like it was nothing, but replaying the moment you shared in her mind. "It was something like... Jinx? Fuck, I don't know, I can't remember. Jinx doesn't even sound like a real name but she was pissed off."
Caitlyn's shoulders tensed.
She'd never been good at hiding things, even less when something made her uncomfortable, so before anyone could ask, she spoke. "Yeah, I know what are you talking about, I think they used to be best friends."
"I don't know, I never met Jinx myself but she was pretty intense with her. I'm sure she hated me."
"How could anyone hate you? You're so sweet, like a cupcake." Powder rolled her eyes at her sister's comment, but, smiling, she told Caitlyn to continue.
"Over time, I assumed it was because of the time I spent with her friend, since we had to meet frequently to study. Jinx would call her and I could hear her telling her to calm down. For a while I even felt like I was being watched! but when I mentioned it, she just told me not to worry, that it was nothing. I suppose she spoke to Jinx, because I never felt that way again."
"no shit, powpow, you have a crazy twin." Ekko said, laughing while discreetly pointing at you.
"shut up." She rolled her eyes, laughing too. "Do you know what happened between them? Sounds like Jinx just disappeared."
"She never told me much, we don't share as many classes as we used to but she has changed. She's quieter, more serious, you know?"
"yeah I see. Do you guys think I should talk to her? She looks... really miserable."
"I don't know, powpow. You could end up getting yourself intro trouble." Vi stood up, followed by Caitlyn, holding hands. "It's not our problem."
The couple left, but not before Violet ruffled her little sister's hair and Caitlyn giving her a hug before leaving.
"You're going to talk to her anyway, aren't you?" It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"cool. Are you going to finish this?" He asked while stealing his friend's dessert.
"all yours, ekko." She sighed, turning in your direction only to realize you were gone.
The next few days, Powder tried to track you down on campus. Even though she really wanted to find you, the only information she had about you was your physical appearance, and no one seemed to have a name for you that actually fit. She couldn't exactly ask Caitlyn either, not because she didn't trust her, but because Caitlyn could be a little clumsy sometimes and she didn't want her sister to found out, not even by accident.
She spent a few weeks like that. You didn't seem to cross path in the hallways. She couldn't even find your social media, your name or anything about you.
Eventually, she forgot about you. Studying robotics was demanding enought to keep anyone busy. She was in middle of exam weeks so university consumed more of her time and energy, she could barely think of anything other than endless numbers and what she might invent next to achieve the highest score.
But fate brought you face to face again, and this time, you didn't yell at her.
"Oh, fuck! Sorry, you take it."
Those bright blue eyes inmediately traveled toward the sweet sound of your voice, so familiar, yet somehow not.
You felt your heart tighten in your chest the moment you saw her. She looked more alive, more vibrant, even her face was rounder, with soft, rosy cheeks. Her eyes had the same shape, but that was the only real difference because while the eyes you longed for were a brilliant pink, hers were a soft blue. No dark circles, no red, irritated skin around the edges from crying so much, no lines of stress. Everything was the same, her hair –but short–, her teeth... Everything.
The cheerful sound of her voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Her voice was softer, more melodic, less used to shouting.
"hi?" You murmured, taking a step back, alfeady prepared to run away again.
"How are you? You're pretty hard to find, huh?"
"Were you looking for me?" You asked, frowning.
Last time you yelled at her and never even apologized
You'd also been stalking her and she probably noticed it. You're not as good at it as Jinx was.
You were just about to apologize when she interrupted you. "I think we should be friends."
Your expression was one of pure surprise and you felt mistrust growing in your chest.
Powder shrugged. "Yeah, that way I can help you find your friend."
The mention of Jinx made you flinch.
"She... no. She's gone, I'm not looking for her anymore, but thanks."
"No?" She tilted her head to one side like a confused puppy. You had to fight back a smile.
"No, but we can still be friends if you want."
"Sounds good!" She said without hesitation, grabbing the bag of candies that had brought the two of you together. "Come on, let's walk around while we share these and you can tell me about yourself, my new friend."
And from that moment on, the two of you became inseparable.
You didn't trust her right away, but it didn't take long.
The two of you spent time together whenever you were free. You'd go to her room or she'd come to yours. Vi was a little wary of you at first, but she eventually got used to yours presence. You went back to being yourself again, you even became friends with Caitlyn again, who told you how relieved she was to be working with you in the few classes you still shared, and how happy she was to see you alive again.
Your new friend's group accepted you easily. You liked all of them and they all liked you. No one asked you any uncomfortable question or acted weird around you, so you assumed they didn't know about your first interaction with Powder, which was a relief.
Everyone was so kind to you that you started laughing the way you used to again, maybe even more than before. You and Powder were always shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee. Sometimes you'd stare at her for a little too long, which would earn you a light shove from her followed by some playful teasing. You didn't mind, because whatever she thought was nowhere close to the truth. She looked so much like Jinx that you simply couldn't stop looking at her while nostalgia slowly ate away at you from the inside.
There were days when you forgot they weren't the same person and you wanted to ask her why she had abandoned you, days when you wanted to pick a fight with her over anything, when you waited for her to provoke you so you could do it, but all you ever got from her were gentle jokes, kind gestures and stability. You almost felt guilty whenever your heart skipped a beat after seeing her get angry over something, even if it had nothing to do with you.
You loved Jinx, but you began to care for Powder. Then there came a moment when you stopoed seeing her as an extension of what you once had and instead loved Powder while remembering Jinx.
You accepted that Jinx would remain just a memory. She would never stop being the most intense love you'd ever had, but Powder's constant presence made you realize that Jinx didn't have to be the only one. So many times you felt guilty for thinking you'd fallen in love with Powder just because she looked like your last lover, but every time you returned to yours room after spending the day with her and all you could think about was how much you loved saying her name, you let that guilt go. You love Powder, you love her blue eyes and her short hair. You love her sweet voice and how sweet she's with you. You love her because she's not Jinx.
She loves you too. Getting used to having you around was easy and she didn't mind it in the slightest. You quickly became part of her family. Nothing made her happier than seeing you happy and she was always looking for an excuse to be close to you. She couldn't even remember why she'd approached you in the first place anymore. Seeing you being so loud, funny and pretty made her think that whole situation didn't matter anymore. You were okay now, and whoever had decided they didn't want you in their life had lost everything.
She was so in love with you that she felt even sillier than her sister was around Caitlyn. She was terrified that you didn't feel the same way, but you never acted like that was the case. It seemed like you cared about her just as much. She had noticed the way you looked at her from the very beginning, but she didn't fall for you until sometime after the two of you became friends. Once she did, she couldn't help noticing how much you'd changed. You no longer looked sad. Actually, you were beautiful now. She adored your cute eyes and your beautiful hair. You were so beautiful that you almost looked unreal. She loved you so much.
"Oh my God! Did you paint all that?"
You had invited Powder to the house you grew up in. Luckily, no one was home. You gave her a quick tour before leading her to the place that had brought you the most happiness while growing up.
The room where you used to paint.
"I have always loved art. I used to paint all the time, but it's been a while since the last time." You answered, your cheeks flushed as you shrugged awkwardly while smiling at the flattering way she was surprised.
Powder glanced at you, smiling softly as she watched you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You always looked so pretty when you were flustered.
"Why not? You're really good."
"I guess I just haven't had the time. And thank you." You shrugged, moving closer to one of the few walls you had painted.
Normally, you didn't paint on the walls, but you remembered a few times when inspiration only came if you painted little flowers in the corner of one.
"Do you paint?" You asked quietly, glancing at her as your fingers traced the colorful lines against the white wall.
"I'm not that good." She approached you, crouching down beside you to see what you were looking at.
"Do you want to paint with me?"
"I literally just told you I'm not good at it." She laughed softly, giving you a gentle shove.
You stood up and walked toward the closet where you remembered keeping all yours paints.
You took out every bottle you could find, setting them on the floor before sitting down yourself. The huge smile on your face and the hopeful look in your eyes made her follow you almost inmediately, taking the old paintbrush you were offering her.
"I'm gonna ruin your wall." She said as she painted a dark blue smiley face. She used so much paint that the blue eyes started crying dark blue tears.
You laughed quietly and shook your head. "Don't worry, it's okay. You're using too much paint, try using just a little, like this."
With your own brush, you painted another smiley face next to hers. Yours was light blue. She reacted as if you had painted The Starry Night
"That's you and me. Dark blue and light blue."
"You have blue hair, I don't."
She rolled her eyes, smiling because she knew you understood what she meant.
The two of you started painting, and this time she remembered your advice.
Her brushstrokes were a little clumsy and messy, yours were smoother. Every now and then you'd catch each other looking, but neither of you would anything. You'd just laugh before going back to painting. You smiled to yourself whenever you looked at her drawings, they were cute simply because the person making them was. She smiled whenever she looked at yours; you were so much better than she was, and your paintings were just as beautiful as you.
She painted a robot. It was what she knew best. Using a paintbrush made it harder, so it looked messier than it would've with a pencil, but i wasn't terrible.
You painted two koi fish, one light blue and the other dark blue. You did it because you thought painting her right in front of her would be a little too weird.
"You're really talented."
"Yours isn't that bad either." You said, trying not to get too embarrassed by the compliment.
Powder looked at hers, then at yours and then back at hers. She laughed.
"You're definitely just trying not to hurt my feelings."
The two of you laughed before falling into a comfortable silence, simply looking at the wall in front of you.
You lowered your gaze, noticing her hands were covered in paint. You looked at yours, they weren't as messy as hers.
"I used to really like it when my hands were covered in paint. I don't know, it made me feel more like myself."
You were so focused on thinking about it that you didn't notice the mischievous glint in your best friend's eyes. "Oh yeah? Just your hands?"
You hadn't even finished speaking when you felt the cold paint on your face, followed by another, and another, and another.
Your lips parted in exaggerated shock and you gasped. You didn't tell her to stop playing, you didn't tell her they were going to make a mess. You didn't even tell her not to start. You simply grabbed one of the paint bottles and dumped it all over the sleeveless shirt she was wearing. Her eyes widened in surprise before she burst into laughter, grabbed another bottle and threw paint back at you, starting an a paint war between the two of you, turning the wall, the floor and everything around you into a storm of colors.
"Hey! That's not fair! You have got the last bottle of paint!" She shouted between breathless laughs, raising one hand in front of herself as if that would somehow save her.
"You started it, I'm just finishing it."
She lunged at you, making the paint spill all over both of you as you fought over the bottle. The two of you laughed and shoved each other until you were completely out of breath. Paint was everywhere on her, turning her into a rainbow of every color. You weren't any better.
"You look so pretty covered in paint."
You hadn't been expecting that.
It wasn't the first time she'd called you pretty, in fact, she'd called you things far sweeter than that before.
But it was the way she said it, the way she looked at you, the way she suddenly grew shy when you didn't answer, the blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Yeah?" you murmured. She let out the breath she'd been holding.
Her eyes drifted toward the corner of the room for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. The tension between you was palpable; the playful atmosphere had shifted and felt heavy. Breathing sounded louder, and neither of you dared to move.
Then she remembered where you were. "Why aren't your parents home?"
"I don't really feel comfortable around them ever since they found out I'm a lesbian." You answered simply, almost too quickly. "They're in another city for work right now. I prefer coming here when they're not around."
So you could feel the same way. So now that she knows you're into girls, she thinks you're really, really obvious. She believes you liked her from the moment you became friends and she doesn't mind that. She's happy about it.
"Does it make you uncomfortable?" you asked nervously. It was a ridiculous question but your nerves got the better of you.
"How? I like girls too." she answered with a smile. "I mean... I'm bi, I thought you knew."
"Oh... thank God." You sighed. "No I didn't knew"
"Thank God what? That I like girls?" she responds, approaching you before poking your side with one finger.
"That it doesn't make you uncomfortable! Obviously." You jumped.
Powder looked at you quietly, the corners of her lips curling into a soft smile. Her hand moves up to your cheek, feeling its softness in contrast to the dry paint resting there. Her thumb moves, caressing the skin. Her eyes stayed locked on yours until they weren't and they occasionally drift toward your lips. At first, it was only for a couple of hesitant second, but when all you did was sigh and mirror her movements, they lingered there a little longer before returning to your eyes.
She didn't ask, she simply leaned in, closing the distance between you. Your eyes squeezed shut, so did hers. Your lips barely brushed, the two of you sighed before opening your eyes again. You were already breathless and she looks completely fascinated.
It didn't take long before your hands found her face, paint covered fingers resting against her paint covered cheeks. You pull her close again and kiss her, harder this time, with more intensity, trying to pour everything you felt into that kiss. She kiss you back immediately. Her hands move to your waist, wrapping her arms around you as tightly as she can. She's gentle as she kisses you and holds you, she remains sweet while you are more volatile. She softly rubbed your sides, pulling away for only catch her breath. You finally matched her pace after three or four kisses. She wasn't rough, she's calm and she wasn't in a hurry. But she didn't make you wait either, she gives you what you want, kissing you again each time she pulls back, never breaking that slow, steady rhythm. She doesn't tease you or provoke you. Her kisses are nothing like what you're used to. You love them and at the same time, you couldn't help feeling embarrassed by how desperate and impatient you look right now.
"You have to stop kissing me like that, beautiful. We're in your parents' house." She said, pulling away from your lips only to leave little kisses all over your face.
You were out of breath. You hadn't kissed anyone in a long time. Doing it again reminded you just how much you'd missed it. You hadn't had sex in a long time either, you hadn't even touched yourself since Jinx disappeared. You were so starved for affection that it embarrassed you.
"They won't be home soon." You murmured, unable to say it any louder.
You didn't want to make her uncomfortable, you didn't want to pressure her into doing something she didn't want to do. She didn't seem like she didn't want to.
Powder kissed you again, this time being the one to cup your face. You felt her sit down on your lap, you welcomed her gladly and your hands tightnening around her waist. You didn't mind her grinding against your tight, you helped her, guiding her hips back and forth against you. Neither of you could pull away. She felt an overwhelming need to taste your lips over and over again and so did you. Actually, even more, because you love Powder and because she reminded you of something else.
"Do you think it'll be obvious we used the shower? We're covered in paint, and I know you won't let me touch you with my fingers covered in it." Her forehead rested against yours, her laugh brushing against your lips.
You shook your head and gently helped her off your lap. The two of you stood up, your fingers intertwining. She walked behind you until you reached the bathroom. You didn't even wait for her to step inside before pushing her against the door and kissed her again.
You didn't try to take off any of her clothes until she was the one who removed the first piece, murmuring compliments the moment she saw you without your shirt. You did the same when she took hers.
"I missed you" You said between kisses, your voice trembling.
"We were only apart for three minutes." She laughed.
You didn't answer, you simply gasped against her lips and she happily intertwined her tongue with yours. Your hands moved to her back and unhooked her bra, not shy in the slightest as they returned to the front and cupped her breasts. Powder let out a soft moan and her hands slid toward your hips, digging her fingers into your pants and pulling you closer to her. With desperation and clumsy hands, she undid your pants. You helped her pull them down and then she took off her own.
She gently pushed you toward the shower, taking great care not to let you fall. You attacked her neck and bit the skin of her shoulders. She lovingly turned you around and pressed you against the wall, her chest against your back, moving your hair aside so she could kiss the back of your neck.
You felt her hands slide down your shoulders, caressing your back. Soon, you were wearing nothing but your panties.
"Pow..." You moaned, letting your head fall forward until your forehead rested against the tiles as her hands guided yours behind your back.
"We have all the time in the world, sweetheart, don't be so impatient." She purred against your ear, kissing the spot just beneath it.
She intertwined both of yours hands with only one of hers. The grip was soft and gentle, completely lacking any force, you wouldn't have had to struggle at all to pull away if you'd wanted to.
Her other hand moved, not to your body. The water began to run and it soaked her inmediately. It landed on your back, so cold it made you arch and gasp. Powder turned her attention back to you. Her hand moved along your side, rubbing slow up and down as she kissed your shoulder. You shivered every time she moved a little too high, impatient to feel her hands on you. Eventually, she reached high enough to cup your left breast. She sighed at how soft you felt beneath her hand, as soft as the rest of you. Her hand wasn't big enough to hold you completely, but she slowly massaged your breast.
With her middle and index fingers, she caught your hardened nipple. She tugged at it and played with it until a pitiful moan escaped your lips. She kissed your cheeks and murmured a quiet apology that wasn't sincere in the slightest.
"Oh baby, I don't think it's fair that only one of them gets any attention. Would you keep your hands still for me, my love?" She asked so sweetly, as if expecting a yes but also a no, as if she would simply keep holding you gently if you told her no instead of finding a thousand and one ways to tease you for challenging her.
You nodded almost desperately. "Good girl."
Your hands were free now, but they remained behind your back, obediently. Powder repeated the same process with your other breast until she was satisfied, until you were sore. You couldn't help but roll your hips back against her.
Her hands began to trail lower. They rubbed over your stomach, your sides and your hips. Her fingers squeezed your hips, lightly scratching them, never hard enough to hurt. Nothing she did ever hurt. Her touch was careful at all times, always kind, always gentle. She gave your hips a couple of soft pats before pulling your underwear down to your thighs. She moved even closer to you, you could feel her breasts against your back, her swollen nipples rubbing against you.
Her left hand slid down to your lower stomach and then lower. Her fingers slipped between the wet folds of your pussy. "Ow, you're so wet, sweetheart." Her voice came out hoarse and breathless, making you whimper.
You shivered against her. Your hands moved to the wall, searching for something to cling to. She traced slow circles over your swollen clit before sliding her fingers down to your entrance, rubbing it gentle, feeling the way you clenched around nothing.
Her free hand—her right—moved and rested on your lower back and then lower. It caressed your ass before slipping between your legs. Her fingers stroked your entrance while her other hand continued rubbing your clit. You were so slick that two fingers slipped inside easily. She began to finger you, thrusting gently with two fingers, taking her time with you instead of overstimulating you.
"Are you okay, love?" She asked softly, so sweet and kind, so tenderly that it didn't seem like she was making you tremble at the same moment she said it.
"Fuck... yeah, I'm... more than okay, Pow. I can take another, please." You moaned breathlessly, your hips moving along with her fingers.
"Ow baby, I don't want to overstimulate you. Let's take it slow, okay?" But you wanted your mind to go blank, you wanted to think about no one but her. You wanted to be touched until you were nothing more than a body. You wanted her to make you come so many times she'd have to take care of you afterward. You wanted her to ruin you.
"You're so cute, baby, just relax. Be a good girl and cum on my fingers." And with a voice that gentle yet so firm you couldn't argue. You accepted what she gave you. You'd been taught to accept what you were given.
Your moans, sweet words and the sound of the running water were the only things that could be heard within those four walls. Her fingers never stopped caressing your sore clit. She didn't stop penetrating you either, she added another finger, taking you with three, quickly. Steady thrusts inside you and firm caresses on your clit made you come. Your hips moved, and your whole body trembled. You came with your girl's name on your lips and she kept caressing you until your legs gave out and you collapsed against her. Powder wrapped her arms around you and kissed your shoulder over and over until you came back to yourself.
"Still with me?" She asked with a quiet laugh when your eyes finally opened again.
You smiled lazily and nodded, slowly turning around. "Yeah... Thank you for that, pow."
Your hands slid around her waist and you kissed her lovingly. She smiled against your lips several times, accidentally ruining the kisses, only to lean in for another one each time. The water slipped between your lips and wet strands of hair clung to her cheeks. Her short hair was wet against her neck and shoulders and she looked more beautiful than ever. Her face was flushed, her whole body was, everything around the two of you felt warm.
"You don't have to thank me for that." She rolled her eyes.
You didn't answer, you simply kissed her again. You did the same thing she'd done to you and gently pushed her back. Her back met the wall and she let out a soft sound at the contact. You pulled away just enough to watch her catch her breath. Your eyes went to her neck, to her shoulders rising and falling, to her chest moving with every breath she took.
Your lips closed around one of her pink nipples, sucking gently because you knew she was gentle in everything she did. You did the same to the other, your hands sliding down along her sides. You kissed her abdomen, her waist, her belly and her hips. You kissed her thighs and your hands rested against the backs of them. You pulled down her panties and gently lifted her left onto your shoulder. Her hand moved to the top of your head and her fingers tangled in your dark hair.
She moaned your name, throwing her head back.
From this angle, you could see her chest rising and falling with every breath, droplets of water trickling down her abdomen, her throat moving as she swallowed and her neck muscles tensing. It was a sight that made you clench your legs.
The hand that wasn't holding her leg moved to her pussy. You fingers parted her for you, revealing how swollen and flushed her clit was, eager for your mouth or your fingers. You didn't keep her waiting any longer and covered it with your mouth. Your lips tightened around it and you sucked gently. You pulled away, flattened your tongue and moved up and down, giving her clit little licks before sucking again. Your fingers slid down and sank inside her.
Powder moaned your name in desperation. Her back arched and slammed against the wall again. She tried to control herself, but she kept pushing your head closer to her. Her other hand was buried in her own hair, pulling at it to hold on against the wave of pleasure you were giving her. She felt like she might collapse at any moment, but you gave her no rest from your wicked tongue and your fingers.
"Oh God, I need you to... I need you to look at me. Please!" She cried out.
You obeyed, fluttering those doll-like eyelashes at her. You watched her, breathless and glassy-eyed. Just seeing your huge eyes gazing at her like that while she rode your tongue was enough to make her come. You guided her trough her orgasm and swallowed every spasm of pleasure.
You stood up, hugging her just as she had done with you.
You had walked her to her dorm room, now you were heading to your own.
Your jacket didn't stop your whole body from feeling cold, so you hugged yourself as you walked.
You barely managed to change your clothes that night. You threw yourself onto the bed and just tossed and turned. You couldn't stop thinking about her, no matter how hard you tried. The memory of her hands on your skin felt so distant that you feared you might no longer remember it.
Your hands kept clenching into fists before slowly relaxing again. You could feel everyone's eyes on you. Some weren't bad at all, others were. You knew they knew you were Powder's girlfriend or something like that.
She was well-known around campus, whether because of her good personality or something else. She got along with most people, and everyone likes her because of how helpful and sweet she was. You'd known that ever since the two of you became friends, because someone was always greeting her in the hallways, and over time, people had started recognizing you too.
You didn't like the attention.
You like making friends, but you not being judged.
That had always scared you.
You hadn't even officially come out, but you couldn't blame Powder for that. You never told her.
She'd posted you on one of her stories and everyone knew immediately. You hesitated over whether you should repost it, but you knew it would look really bad if you didn't.
Everything had escalated way too quickly. You couldn't think about the things you'd said to her yesterday without wanting to smack yourself in the face from embarrassment. You didn't regret it, but you didn't feel good enough for her, either. Surely no one would think you were good enough for her if they knew what you'd done.
"Well, this is where I leave you." You heard Powder's voice.
You smiled softly "Yeah. Thanks for walking me, pow. You didn't have to."
"We won't be able to see each other today, so I want to spend as much time with you as I can while I can." She squeezed your hand, smiling at you.
"Stay over in my room tonight."
"I'll see if I can." She giggled softly. She looked so cute, you thought. "See you, honey."
"See you." You said it just before she planted a quick kiss on your lips. No quite quick enough for nobody else to see. You shivered.
You watched her walk away until she disappeared down the hallway. Only when you could no longer see her did you feel like you could breathe again. You weren't sure you'd ever get used to that kind of affection in public. Your only relationship besides the one that was just beginning had been with Jinx, and with her, you'd never had anything like this in public. You couldn't even go out together the way you wanted to, you didn't want to get her into trouble. You'd never told her what you wanted, either, so it wasn't entirely her fault.
You entered your classroom and sat down on the front row of the steps, like you always did. You took out your notebook, your phone to record the class and your favorite pen. You'd bought it with Jinx. The memory made your chest tighten. You had to stop thinking about her. What you had with Powder was okay, you hadn't replaced her, you had the right to be happy.
But no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself, you couldn't stop going back to the same thoughts over and over again. You spent all your classes like that, and by the end, you weren't just physically exhausted, you were emotionally drained, too.
When you returned to your dorm and found no messages from Powder, you sighed. The night was going to feel heavier with you being this alone. All you could do was wait for her to text you and confirm that she'd come keep you company tonight.
You let yourself fall onto your bed, almost falling asleep right there. You should shower first, but every muscle in your body hurt and your mind wouldn't leave you alone. You used your phone for a while to distract yourself, but it was begging you to charge it, so you had to put it down. At least putting it away gave you the little push you needed to finally go shower.
When you came back, you noticed your phone was locked, but there was only a few seconds before you could use it again, so you didn't even pay attention to it. You didn't have enough energy for that. You lay back down and opened Powder's chat. You were still the last message. You didn't care and sent another one, reminding her that she was welcome to stay in your room.
You didn't wait for an answer and the exhaustion finally won.
I'm sorry sweetheart!!! I'm really busy today, but I'll definitely stay over tomorrow! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Let me know if you like it and if you want a second part. ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
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