Unofficial First Girlfriend

CHAPTER 15

It was a trap, and I should've known. Nick didn't let me rest after every lap. He tricked me by talking about other people's lives and reflecting on ours. Halfway through our third lap, I was panting, sweating excessively, and my legs were shaking.

"I'm gonna go sit whether you like it or not," I muttered, leaving him on the oval.

"Come on, just finish this lap."

"I'm going home."

He quickly followed me to the bleachers. I slumped back and stretched my legs. The bleachers never felt so comfortable to sit on until today.

"I couldn't feel my legs," I complained.

"Want me to massage it?" he asked.

I only shrugged and drank my water. He crouched down in front of me and started pressing his fingers on my legs.

"Feel better?"

"You massage like a little girl. I can't feel any pressure."

He pressed his fingers a little firmer.

"Wait, wait... Save some water for me. I didn't bring any."

I stopped drinking, and there was only about a quarter of the tumbler left. He grabbed the tumbler from me and sat beside me.

"Why did you bring me here? We never jog."

He smiled, putting down the tumbler on the seat next to him. "Nothing. I just want to spend time with you. Do something new. Spontaneous."

"Spontaneous? Jogging? That's the kind of person you are now?"

"What would you feel if I tell you that I was hoping you'd say 'no' and just invite me inside?"

"Is that what you really wanted?" I asked, facing him.

"Is that what you would've wanted?"

I furrowed my brows and sighed. "Don't use this game on me."

I tore my eyes from him, but from the corner of my eyes, I could see him staring at me. After a few seconds, he looked away and stared at the oval. "Maybe that's what I wanted."

"You could've asked."

"Would you have agreed if I asked?"

"Have I ever said 'no' to you?" I asked.

I remembered back in sophomore year, we were alone inside our classroom and had a serious conversation about our schoolmates. Actually, we were playing this game wherein we rate our schoolmates if we would kiss, hook up, or pass. Then we would explain why. Afterward, I let him describe what he likes best about all the girls in our class. Then he told me that what he likes best about me is that I never let him down.

It might sound a little crazy, but it was true. One of the most significant things I had agreed to was to help him with everything that had to do with making out. It came in handy for his first girlfriend, Kelsey. That girl had hated me without knowing that she should've been grateful to me. If it weren't for me, Nick wouldn't know how to unhook her bra in our freshman year.

I had agreed to help him win a girl's heart, to listen to him talk about other girls, and most of all to be the best friend he needed. Heck, I was more than a best friend. I was the best friend he made out with. We both benefit from that last bit though. Also, I learned a lot of things from him too, and he was also always there when I needed him.

"That's one of the things I like about you," he mumbled in a slightly affectionate tone.

Now it's just 'one of the'?