Good For You pt.4
a/n: i’ve been procrastinating. anyway here’s part 4 of a series no one asked for (and was originally meant to be more sin less plot but turned out more plot and less shitty sin bc im trash) unedited i have to go sleep
Summary: He needed you as some sort of stability, you needed him as some form of rebellion.
Word Count: 2.5k+
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Warning(s): none besides usual shitty writing
“Who would’ve thought?”
You jumped and immediately leaned back up away from the mirror, running your hands through the ends of your hair, trying to play nonchalant despite being caught red-handed.
“Here.” Hope smiled, reaching inside her bag for something before extending her hand to give it to you.
You blinked at the tube in her hand, still red in the face and not knowing how to react.
“You’re as red as your goddamn fuckin’ hickeys, take it.” She laughed out loud, shaking her hands for emphasis. You hesitantly reached out to grab the tube, finding out that it was concealer.
“T-Thanks.” You nodded lightly, examining the tube.
“You got yourself a boyfriend?” she asked, crossing her arms.