Gods, school is boring at the moment...
Thank fuck I've got you to entertain me, love. I've been distracted all day, Thinking about you fucking me...Can't concentrate, every time you speak in class I can hear that voice whispering in my ear, moaning as you enter me. Fuck, Jarr, you're like a fucking drug.
Come on, people. I'm in the mood for some fun. Any little firsties need torturing? Bella, lovely, let me know if there's anything I can do to help your little scheme. Whatever it may be. Are we taunting merely the traitor and his pretty toy, or are Potter and that odd little quiet one involved as well?
Gods, I hate having to pretend in front of them. Jarrod's the only one that ever sees me as I really am. I've opened up to him so much. He probably thinks I'm weak, useless. I don't want to depend on him, I don't want to depend on anyone. I can't help it, I need him. I need him to own me, claim me, use me.