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Thread: The Hidden Affair. . ((Jelly X Atom))

With a sneer the man smiled. She had said yes, and though maybe it was to get back at his girlfriend, he was not planning on doing anything. He wasn't planning on getting drunk and fucking her, he just wanted the head cheerleader to get jealous and maybe pull some weight around. He knew she would get back at him by fucking the whole football team. Fine. If that was the game she wanted to play, they would play that game. The man watched the curvaceous female walk back into the locker room, and much to his surprise, his other player was watching him with wide eyes. Quickly, he moved from his spot to get ready for the party. The other player had nothing for him and he didn't care. He moved slowly along the side of the field, toward his car, and he got in. He had to get ready for the game. He almost forgot there was actually a game tonight. He would make sure they won, make the party that much sweeter, and if and when he saw his girlfriend at that party, he would dump her for being a lying bitch. He made his way home, killing a few hours before the party and the game. A couple of hours later, it was nearing time for the game. He was in the locker room, pulling on his jersey and helmet, leaving the mouthpiece dangling from the helmet. He moved to say some things to his team before they left the huddle and made their way into the bright lights of the stadium, the announcer saying his name with intensity. Aaaaannnnnnnddddddddd, leading the charge for your Southside Lions. . .Tommy Truuuuuuuuuuuuuuviiiiiilllllllllllllleeeeeeeee He yelled as Tommy jogged onto the field, hand raised.
Thread: The Hidden Affair. . ((Jelly X Atom))

The next few hours had passed until the game and the cheerteam was at the field all ready before the team had shown up. But now the stands were full to the brim and the announcer began to announce Tommy's name as he lead his team out. The whole school screaming and cheering as he came running out. She cheered and clapped her pom poms together just as the game began to start. Though still Addison was still quite confused on why he was asking her out and the HC was glaring at her the entire time as they did their stunts and their cheers. Though after a little while into the game they quieted down and sat down on the side line as she watched the game. Or more so she watched him, he was a great player. One of the best players on the team and her heart fluttered. But continued to remind herself not to get too ahead of herself. He might just be using you, or he just might be doing this to.. make you hurt and feel bad like a lot of the other students did.
Thread: The Hidden Affair. . ((Jelly X Atom))

Everything the man did was done to perfection. Something he pride himself on. Every pass, every snap, every dropback. He knew he was the best at what he did. Further more, the man was a showboat. It was at a point in the game where they were simply just destroying the other team. The HC had tried to distance herself from Addison, trying to make a statement, but Tommy knew how feeble she could be. He dropped back, pumpfaked and threw a beautiful spiral into the awaiting hands of his best receiver, then looked to the sidelines, found Addison and pointed at her. That one was for her. The crowd roared and the HC was fuming. What a good day. When it was all said and done, they crushed their rivals. Tommy ran over to the girls. He hugged his girlfriend and walked over to Addison. Ready? He said with a smile. His helmet was balancing ontop of his head, but it was off his face for the most part. Too bad about the HC being busy. He thought to himself as he hooked arms with Addison and headed off, not bothering to change or do any post game stuff. . .
Thread: The Hidden Affair. . ((Jelly X Atom))

It seemed through the entire game the crowd was screaming, cheering and roaring for them. Though her face flushed, growing red as she saw him pointing at her after one of his teammates caught the ball for one of their touchdowns. She looked over and the HC was indeed fuming, her eyes narrowed and she was one pissed cheerleader and that almost made Addison scared though. The game ended and the girls got their things together, getting ready to leave. She seemed quite pissed to not even return his hug and she watched before she nodded her head. One second! She said and held her finger up as she grabbed her bag from the sideline and she ran into the girls locker room and tossed her uniform off along with her shoes. Pulling on a white spaghetti strap and a nice mini skirt. One that hung down to a few inches above he knees with her hair let down finally. She walked out with her bag in hand and she smiled, Ready. She said and hooked arms with him as they headed off, setting her bags into her car.
Thread: The Hidden Affair. . ((Jelly X Atom))

Yep. She was pissed. He moved quickly to the car and stripped off his jersey and pads and put on a nice button up dress shirt. Then he proceeded to take his pants and cup off and put on a pair of slacks. Instead of his cleats, nice black, leather dress shoes. He was ready. He started his car up and listened to it purr. Sure, it was a nice car, but everyone else's car was way nicer. Including the HC and alot of his buddies. As he pulled in front of a mansion-like house, he looked at her. He wondered if she was planning on getting drunk or something along the lines. Well. . . He said softly. We are here. As he opened the door, he looked around. She was the only cheerleader here, or so he thought. He grabbed her hand and walked her inside, Drink? He asked her, before settling down. So. . . have a boyfriend? He asked her before the host decided he wanted to play truth or dare. . .
Thread: The Hidden Affair. . ((Jelly X Atom))

Though with her being pissed, that was his own problem and she looked up as they arrived at the party and she felt his hand take hold of hers. She followed him into the house and she sat down onto the couch as she heard his question, Yeah. She nodded her head, Whatever you're drinking. She said just as she saw some people looking at her... oddly. Some asking why she was here, even though she was a cheerleader now. Her eyes traveled up to him and she cocked her brow, Nope, no boyfriend. She shook her head slowly, why would she have a boyfriend? And why did he care? She wasn't popular though she pushed the thought aside as a group of people began to play truth-or-dare in the group of seats that they were sitting down in.
Thread: The Hidden Affair. . ((Jelly X Atom))

The host looked around, and caught eyes with Addison. He smiled slowly. Why don't you start us off. Everyone was playing, there was almost no way out of not playing. The drinks were all from the Spodie, all with Everclear and other various booze. Tommy drank, ate, and was having a great time, that was, until he decided to pick on Addison. He opened his moujth to say something but was cut off by the tapping on his shoulder of one of the other football players. From then, he knew not to say anything and let events unfold. He waited patiently for Addison to get them started. Hopefully she would choose someone other than he. He didn't know her, he just knew that she was new to the cheer squad. What if she was a nympho? Well, that wouldn't be so bad actually. . .
Thread: The Hidden Affair. . ((Jelly X Atom))

She opened her mouth and she blushed lightly, Okay well.. She said and glanced around and looked up to the host and she cocked her brow. Hmm all right. You, truth or dare? She asked him and he smiled, saying truth and she sat back as she crissed-crossed her legs. All right. What's your favorite fucking position? She asked and some gasped a bit and she smiled. Mines doggy style, so what's yours? She asked, some whispering and some seemed surprised that she had even.. had sex. Of course she had, she may be a nerdloner but that didn't mean she didn't get any. She cocked her brow a smirk upon her face and she knew that no one could get out of it, so why not ask embarrassing questions. It was her turn to pick on people here.
Thread: The Hidden Affair. . ((Jelly X Atom))

The host was almost taken aback, and decided he wanted revenge. He looked at her and said those fateful words. Truth or dare. He smiled at Addison, no matter her answer, he would try and embarass her. . .or get her to fuck Tommy. Either way, it would be good. Dare, now that was an answer he was praying for. He didn't know how many girls he had gotten drunk and gotten a sextape from them, he was ruthless. Hopefully Addison would be another addition to his ever growing collection. As the room grew silent and watched her, Tommy swallowed hard. He knew what was coming up. . .
Thread: The Break-up (closed)

Simon Baker walked into the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, shaking the rain off of his jacket as he took it off and hung it in the closet. Water dripped from his dark hair as he stood there for several moments, lot in thought. How could everything have gotten so mixed up? He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he left the entryway of the homey yet spacious apartment. He'd been out drinking, which wasn't something Simon normally did, but was a new habit he'd recently acquired. The fact was, he'd screwed up a few nights ago. A moment of weakness had led to him sleeping with another girl. It was a mistake and he knew it but still would not come clean to his girlfriend about the incident. They'd been together for a whole year and living together for the past 6 months, and although he loved her, things were hard for him. With turmoil at work and deadlines to meet for the business and projects he had to do, he'd needed something to release the pressure. And it had been another woman at his office who had provided him with that opportunity. There had just been flirting at first, before it had eventually escalated to a quickie in the bathroom. If had relieved the tension inside him, but then more followed on top of it along with guilt and the fear of discovery. But it hadn't ended there. He'd visited her again, at her house, twice after that, before he finally decided to end it. He couldn't explain why he had done it, especially with how much he loved his girlfriend. It was just a momentary temptation he had clung to, and it was over now. But the guilt remained and the fear that his girlfriend would find out about it. That was where the drinking had come in, to soothe the worry and stress of the mess he'd put himself in. A light buzz filled his head as Simon walked into the rest of the apartment, and he called out Hello? despite hearing the TV on in the living room. He passed the kitchen doorway and looking into the small space and finding no one in there, he moved on further down the hallway, finally coming to the living room. She was there, sitting on the couch, the lights in the room filling her with a radiance that took his breath away. But from her body language and expression, he could tell she wasn't happy. The TV murmured on, and he didn't really hear it, his attention focused on her. There was something about this scene that made his heart sink into his stomach. But he ignored it, hoping his intuition was wrong. You didn't have to wait up for me, he said, running his hand through his wet hair and trying to look like nothing was wrong. Simon's appearance
Thread: The Break-up (closed)

Rogue glanced down the hallway for what must have been the hundredth time that night. It was usually followed by a glance at the clock, first the one at the wall, then the one under the TV to make sure the time was right. It was late, and he wasn't home yet. This wasn't the first time, but she couldn't help but worry. She wanted to know what got into him, making him stay out late, getting drunk. She didn't want to assume it was something bad, though it most likely was. She just didn't know what, and accusing him without any sort of proof would do her no good. Bring, bring. the sound made her jump. It took her a moment to realize it was the telephone. The home wasn't even completly quiet- the TV was on. But she hadn't been watching it for quite a while now. She reached over to grab the telephone and caught empty air, which made her turn her head to see that the phone wasn't in its' usual spot. She must have put it somewhere else during the day. She got up, thinking it might be him, and quickly searched for the phone as it kept ringing. Before she could find it, the answering machine picked up, and the voice she heard didn't belong to a male. She didn't want to believe what it was saying, and spotted the phone on the kitchen counter. She quickly picked it up. Hello? Who is this? It had been at least a half hour or so since that phone call, and Rogue was back in her same spot in the corner of the couch, leaning against the armrest. But she stopped checking the hallway and the clock every five seconds. Instead, she watched the TV motionlessly. She could hear the not so distant sound of the door opening, and she knew he was home. She didn't take her eyes off the TV, even as she heard him walk deeper into the apartment, and even when she could see him standing in the living room from the corner of her eye. I wanted to, she said simply, referring to his statement. She didn't look at him as she spoke. A girl from work called. She said her name was Sam and that you left something at her place the other night and that you should come by and pick it up. She said this as if it was just casual conversation. She finally turned her head to look at him, wanting to see his reaction to her words.
Thread: The Break-up (closed)

Like a rock sinking in water, a sense of vertigo over took him, but he tried his best to keep it from his face. All of a sudden, the fear of her finding out outweighed the guilt of what he'd done. He wasn't ready to tell her about this and he mentally scrabbled away from the plans to pour his heart out when she finally asked that question. Instead, he fled back down the trail of lies. Right, he said nodding, rubbing his nose and looking at the ground as if it were no big deal. She was helping me work on a business project at her place. She has a big computer. I must have left some paperwork behind. He glanced up at her, to see how the lie was doing--was it sinking or floating? He couldn't tell. Simon's heart thundered in his chest and he felt the water on his hair and clothes starting to dry and the fabric growing stiff. It was like there was something else in the room with them now, this lie that he'd flung up between them, a wall to hide himself behind. He didn't know what he feared most, that he would get caught like this or that it would hurt her. It was most likely the selfish attempt to save his skin and not out of the false sense of consideration for her. But still, he clung to the lie firmly, as if it offered him anything other than more pain. As if it could save him from what he'd done.
Thread: The Break-up (closed)

She looked at him, listening to what he had to say, judging his reaction. She didn't buy it, but she didn't want to tell him that by yelling and screaming at him. All she wanted was for him to come clean and tell the truth, and she was hoping that was the first thing that would come out of his mouth. Now, he was just making this worse than it already was. Really now? she asked, her voice that of curiousity, though her face showed no interest. She turned her gaze back to the television, just in time to catch a murderer stabbing someone to death. She wondered what he was thinking, if he actually believe he would be able to get away with this. That's funny, because her voice sounded pretty suggestive to me, especially when she said 'you should come by later and pick it up' followed by a cute, horny giggle. She turned her head to see how he would react to that one. Though her face didn't show it, this was killing her inside. That phone call confirmed that his suspiscious behaviour as of late was caused by something bad. She didn't know if it could get much worse than him cheating on her. But she couldn't understand why. She didn't think there were problems with their relationship they had always been one of the happier couples. But apparently, he didn't feel the same way about them as she did.
Thread: The Break-up (closed)

Shit! he thought to himself and pressed a hand to his temples to stop the pounding inside his head. This wasn't going well, at all. Frantically, Simon thought of what he could do to save himself, but the hole was already big enough that he couldn't see over the edge anymore. If he dug any deeper, it was almost a sure thing that he'd never get out and be drowning in dirt as well. Now, he just had to decide how to get it out in the way that was least likely to hurt her. The first lie he told was likely going to sting no matter how he sliced it. He stood for a long time, watching the carpet fibers on the ground as if they held the answers to some life or death problem. Finally he took a deep breath and looked up at her. Rogue, he said in a soft voice. I'm...so sorry... He started with that, hoping that by admitting he knew what he'd done was wrong, that she would be more likely to forgive him. It just...happened...She didn't mean anything to me. It was just a passing fling. I didn't mean for it to happen. For some reason, whether it was the alcohol in his system or he was subconsciously trying to distance himself emotionally from it, his voice was dead and held no affect. From his voice alone, someone might conclude that he was unmoved by the situation, but really he was just numb. He'd said it. Now she knew for sure what he did. No more secrets, no more lies, no more sneaking off and hiding it from her. Unlike the release it should have been, it felt like the words weren't even coming from his mouth but from somebody else. Somebody using him like a puppet to hurt her. I broke it off, he said in that same voice, shrugging at her. It won't happen again. I'm sorry. He stood there, vulnerable in front of her, but putting it all off as casually as he could. If he couldn't lie to protect himself from the guilt and shame, then at least he could deny himself to feel anything at all. It hurt less that way.
Thread: The Break-up (closed)

She watched him closely as he sorted out his thoughts. She wondered if he would decide to lie again, or maybe admit the truth to her this time. She wanted him to admit it, at least to admit it. But once he did, it hurt her much more than she expected. She listened to his words closely, and though he apologized for his actions, she could hear no remorse in his voice. That stung. She hated that. How could he do that to her? He was acting as if it was nothing, like it didn't even matter, and that killed her more than the act itself. She would have much rather him beg for her forgiveness for such a shamefull act. She just sat there for a moment, leaving a moment of silence between them, letting it sink in. She didn't even know what to do or say. She just wanted it all to go away. She wished it never happened. He said it just happened, but that wasn't fair. She didn't understand how it could 'just happen'. You broke it off, huh? she asked. It was getting harder and harder not to break down right there infront of him, to keep her voice steady, to act as if she was okay. She knew that he could tell she wasn't okay, no matter what facade she put on. But it wasn't fair that she was hurting and he wasn't at all. After how long? Two, three times? Maybe more? She looked him straight in the eye. She needed to know. How many times did you sleep with her, Simon?
Thread: The Break-up (closed)

Emotionally hiding himself wasn't working. He saw the minuscule tremblings on her facial features and knew that what he'd said was hurting her. The guilt found him and he shoved the feeling away angrily. Wasn't her pain enough? Why did he have to hurt too? It wasn't like it would change anything or make it go away if they felt pain together. So instead of accepting the shame inside, he let the anger rise up and take it's place. Why do you fucking care? he said defensively. What will it prove if I tell you how many times? Will it make me any less sorry that it happened if I fucked her a lot? Will it make it easier for you to forgive me if you know the exact number? What? I said I was sorry! I told you she meant nothing to me! What more do you want? Simon stood in the doorway, glaring at her and breathing hard from yelling. Seriously, what did it matter? What was she getting at? He said he was sorry and he meant it! Nothing would change the past. He'd admitted to her what he'd done and he'd stopped before being found out. That should be enough to let them move forward and forget about this. She should just drop this and everything would go back to normal. The guilt would be gone and she'd be happy again. In the back of his mind, Simon knew that line of reasoning was flawed, but he was too full of pride and fear to stop thinking that way.
Thread: The Break-up (closed)

She glared at him, not so happy about his yelling. But at least he was showing some sort of emotion, and that was better than what she got before. She didn't move though, not yet. She kept her place on the couch, keeping her distance from him only for a bit longer. Why do I care? she asked. Her voice was louder than before, but she wasn't quite yelling at him yet. I care because if you didn't mean for it to happen and it was just a fucking mistake, then why would you do it more than once? Huh? Why would you repeat that mistake again and again, knowing what you were doing was wrong? Tell me that Simon. She knew he probably wouldn't be able to. She knew he would probably just yell at her some more. He was angry and upset and drunk, and that was never a good combination. She didn't believe he was actually sorry. But he was going to be. There was no way she could forgive him for something like this. She wanted to, but she wasn't going to. She wasn't going to be treated like this.
Thread: The Break-up (closed)

There it was again, that awful feeling, except now, he had her yelling too. Simon felt attacked, like there wasn't anywhere to go, and the fact that he'd hurt her was hurting him as well. But despite himself being the culprit of this whole mess, she was yelling and he decided to blame it on her. She wanted to hurt him. It was only fair that he return the attack. The booze in his body helped grease the wheels of his own demise. Fine, if it'll make you happy, he said with a small angry smirk. 3 times , Rogue. I slept with her 3 fucking times. Do you feel better now that you know? I repeated my mistake, 3 times because I was thinking with my dick. Every word was said deliberately and coldly and he emphasized the last by grasping himself harshly through his pants. He stood there looking at her, swaying just a bit and uttered in quiet tones, Thoughts of you, never entered my mind while I was with her, except to compare. And she was the best lay I've had in months. It wasn't necessarily a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth. He and Rogue hadn't had sex in a while even before Sam had started showing interest in him at work. The point in saying it was that it would hurt her and he felt a small sense of satisfaction after having said it. But then it left him with a bad taste in his mouth and he sneered while shaking his head. He'd screwed up big time and it was time to end it. Whatever, he said, scrubbing his hands through his hair in resignation. I'm done with this right now. What's done is done, it's over. If you want to continue to fight about it, leave me out of it. He held up his hand to her, as if to quiet her with the gesture and tilting on his feet he turned from the doorway. He hoped she wouldn't provoke him anymore tonight. Who knew what more he'd say or do to hurt her.