Almost loved

Burning passion

The classroom was empty — the kind of quiet that wrapped around your neck and didn’t let go.

Matilda had been hiding there during free period, hoping for silence.

But silence didn’t last.

The door swung open, and Jason walked in. He didn’t slam it, but the sound still made her flinch.

He looked like he hadn’t slept. Eyes darker than usual. Jaw clenched.

“Matilda,” he said, voice low. “We need to talk.”

She stood, books still in her hand, like a shield. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?” he snapped. “Because of some fake screenshots?”

Her grip on the book tightened. “They didn’t look fake.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Of course they didn’t. That’s how lies work.”

She didn’t answer.

Jason stepped closer. “You think I said those things? About you? About someone else?”

“I don’t know what to think,” she whispered. “You won’t even tell me the truth about your past.”

“I didn’t owe you my whole history on day one.”

“I just wanted honesty, Jason!”

“And I wanted a chance,” he fired back. “But instead of asking, you believed what they showed you.”

Matilda’s eyes welled up. “What was I supposed to believe? You show up, people whisper, and then proof drops in my lap!”

“I would never talk about you like that,” he said. “Not even if you hated me.”

His voice cracked at the end.

That’s what undid her.

Matilda stepped back, but not away. Her emotions, too big for her chest, broke the dam.

“I didn’t want to believe it,” she whispered. “But Zara—”

Jason’s eyes burned. “Zara did this, didn’t she?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, tears falling freely now. “I don’t know anything anymore.”

Silence.

Then Jason crossed the room in two long strides.

She didn’t move.

He didn’t ask.

He just kissed her — hard, like the truth had been waiting in his mouth this whole time.

Her book dropped to the floor. Her hands found his shirt. His arms wrapped around her like he was trying to anchor them both to the same moment.

It wasn’t sweet.

It was angry. Desperate. Honest.

And in that kiss, Matilda didn’t think of Zara. Or her father. Or fear.

She thought of how she felt. Right then. Right there.

Jason pulled away just enough to breathe.

“I’m not perfect,” he whispered. “But I’m not what they say I am.”

“I know,” she said, breathless.

And they kissed again.

Jason gripped Matilda tightly as they kissed hotly, he removed the white crop top she wore revealing the leopard skin bra she wore under , he quickly removed her bra and pressed her soft breast as they kissed passionately.

He kissed her down to her neck to her boobs and sucked her n*****s, Matilda moaned it was unlike anything she had felt before, she wanted him now more than ever, the pleasure, the passion it got to her head and she started moaning loudly.

Jason reached down for her skirt and raised it up, he tore her see through pants and fingered her before Inserting his d**k inside her, she was a little bit tight and it took a long time and effort before he was able to penetrate in side her.

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(Later)

What happened between them wasn’t planned. It wasn’t rehearsed or careful.

But it was real.

And when it was over, they lay on the cold classroom floor, hearts thudding against the silence again.

Matilda rested her head on his chest, listening to the sound.

For once, she didn’t feel small.

She felt seen.

But outside those walls, the world was still spinning — and soon, someone would notice.

And when they did, everything would change.

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