Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
It was a bad idea and he should never ever have done it. His grandmother had a point when, years ago, she had told him that eavesdropping on other people is a no no. But he couldn't help it, curious as he was, and the two of them hadn't been exactly quiet. It was so tempting to stop in front of the door and listen to Evan and Tanith argue. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"It would be nice," Tanith yelled, "if you at least tried to pretend that it's me you think about when you're fucking me."
Johnny didn't hear the response, but Evan probably didn't have time to say much, anyway, before Tanith's high-pitched voice trickled through the door again.
He jumped, momentarily thinking she could magically see through walls. Then Tanith went on and suddenly things made sense, but it still made his heart skip a few beats.
"Can't even stop yourself from screaming his name when you come, you little hypocrite."
He leaned against the wall, then, clutching at the white-gold ring hanging from his necklace, his head spinning. Then he fled, wishing he could forget Tanith's words. But it was too late now. He was back to where he was last summer. Hurt, vulnerable, and so not over Evan.