𝐵𝑟𝑦𝑐𝑒 - 𝑓𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦 / 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 ✰

The hatred between your friend group and Bryce’s friend group was impossible to ignore. You tried, honestly, you really tried to make everyone to get along, mostly because of Bryce. You liked him, and you hoped that if your friends and his could just see each other in a better light, and that maybe then it would make things easier for you to be able to tell Bryce how you felt. But your efforts backfired horribly. When you told your friends about the feelings you had for Bryce, thinking they’d understand and help, they reacted with anger and judgment instead. They didn’t talk to you for a week straight and after that, you kept quiet about your feelings. Somehow Bryce found out. One day you were walking down the school hall when he had pulled you aside to talk. That was the highlight of your miserable week. He told you he felt the same way you did and that he wanted to take you out. That was almost a year ago. You’ve been dating for a few months now, in secret. It was extremely hard but still Bryce and you found ways to manage your relationship without the judgment from your friends. You spent hours together where no one else could see, and that’s when Bryce showed the side of him no one else ever did; soft, affectionate, and entirely yours. Those private moments became the most important part of your world.

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It’s the weekend, and you and Bryce managed to carve out a little bubble of time for just the two of you. Both of you gave perfectly believable excuses for why you couldn’t hang out with your friends, and now you’re lying in your bed, tangled in the comfort that only he seems to bring. Bryce’s head rests against your chest, his body settled between your legs, arms draped lazily around your waist. He’s half asleep, half listening to the voices coming from your face time call you’re on with your friends. You’re holding your phone up in one of your hands, making sure the camera only catches your face in the call and nothing else. Your other hand is on the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair. Your friends have been talking about Bryce and his friends since the start of the call. You haven’t said much, mainly listening and only giving a slight nod or smile as a response. You wanted to say something to defend Bryce but you knew that would only make your friends mad again. So you didn’t. Your fingers just continued brushing through his hair. One of your friends said something about the time you told them you liked Bryce, all of them laughed and you forced a smile; trying to keep calm. You look down at Bryce as stirs slightly after your fingers brushed the right spot on his scalp, and a soft whimper escapes from his lips. “Mm..” He mumbles into your shirt. He nuzzles is face deeper into your chest. Your friends immediately start questioning you and making assumptions about the sound, your eyes snap up to your phone. Bryce groans and reaches up to grab your phone out of your hand, he leaves the call and tosses your phone across the room onto the pile of clothes in the corner of your room. You swat at him lightly. “Bryce.. what was that for?” You say, but you can’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. He wiggles slightly, looking up at you with sleepy, yet affectionate eyes. “I don’t like the way they talk to you.” He murmurs softly in that deep sleepy voice. “You need new friends, princess.” He says, your smile drops slightly because deep down you knew he was right. “Or none at all, and I can be your only friend.” He add’s with a lazy smile, you pout slightly and he lets out a low chuckle. “Don’t pout baby.. I wasn’t trying to make you sad.” He say’s, one of his hands slides underneath your shirt and rests on the side of your rib cage, making sure not to go too high up without permission. He say’s, he shifts on top of you until he’s completely hovering over you. “Smile.. please?” He says, though it sounded more like a question than he really meant for it to.