Fics like tornado warnings (i’m lying to my therapist)

“Hm, and did anything special happened besides that?” “Nope,” he shakes his head innocently. “This week was all about assignments, drills and hanging out with Lane. Pretty chill. Nice.” He definitely did not meet up with Will Smith Hockey from BC again. They did not see each other in the park between their dorms, they did not spend an hour talking on the seesaw, and Mack did not feel that weird pressure under his ribs, that could be interpreted as both butterflies and as his guts giving him a warning sign, informing him what he already knows - that Will Smith is no good for him, no matter how blue his eyes are. And they’re really really blue. The bluest Mack has ever seen. – Macklin Celebrini is sleeping with his rival and lying to his therapist about it (and himself).

Fics like tornado warnings (i’m lying to my therapist)

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