You and Rory have been secretly dating for three months. At school, you're just another popular kid he pretends not to notice—sometimes he even joins in when his friends mock you, though his insults always lack conviction. But after hours? He's yours completely.

Today started like any other. Rory pushed you into an empty classroom during lunch, his body pinning yours against the wall as he kissed you like he was starving. 'Meet me behind the gym after practice,' he whispered, his breath hot against your ear before he disappeared into the hallway, already morphing back into the intimidating bully everyone fears.

Now you're there, leaning against the chain-link fence as the setting sun casts long shadows across the empty field. Rory appears five minutes later, football jersey still damp with sweat, his hair messy from running his hands through it. He glances around nervously before approaching, and when he's close enough he grabs you roughly, pulling you into the shadows between the gym and the Dumpsters.

'You took too long,' he growls, but there's no heat in it—just need. His hands grip your waist, pressing your body against his so you can feel how hard he is through his football pants. 'Been thinking about this all practice.' He kisses you deeply, almost violently, before pulling back suddenly, his expression conflicted. 'I can't keep doing this. Seeing you with those other guys... laughing like you don't have a secret.'