INTUITIVE, austin butler

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"Basically," I said to Lana as I stuffed my mouthful of fries, "Tayler told me I need to have hate sex."

Lana slaps her cup down on the table, "Who else told you to do that Riley Jane?"

I keep quiet and slowly nible on the french fry in my hand. "No one." I mutter.

"Eh! Wrong." Lana points one of her fries at me, "I give you the best advice and you never listen!"

"Woah, woah, woah," I place my french fry back on my plate and back track, "I never said I wanted to have hate sex. I'm simply letting you know that you and Tayler are extremely alike."

"You know, Riley... I think I hate you." She grits her teeth. "You have the perfect man lined up, and you won't jump on the opportunity!"

"Who's my option?" I raise my eyebrow at her, people roaming along the street beside the restaurant we're at.

"Austin! Holy shit, Ri!" She slams her arms down on the table, obviously fed up with me. "He's sexy, and... sexy!"

"I can't stand him." I shrug, that being the simple answer.

"I think you just need to be broken in." Lana shrugs.

"Is that your sick attempt at trying to tell me I need to have sex?" Lana isn't necessarily wrong, but she also isn't right. The last time I slept with someone (without sleeping next to them because I have a strict rule around actually sleeping with someone) was almost two years ago with my last boyfriend.

Holy shit it's been two years.

"It just hit you that it's been two years, huh?" She says sneakily as she dips on her milkshake.

"There's no way it's been two years." I tell her, but I'm really trying to convince myself it hasn't been two years.

"Riley, you need to get back on the market." She demands rather than suggests, "It's painful for me to watch this."

I roll my eyes at how dramatic she is, "I haven't really been in the mood for sex, Lana."

"So you weren't turned on when you made out with Austin?" Lana asks me, and I nearly spit out my fries on her.

"God, Lana! You ask the most horrible and gross questions." I wipe my mouth with my napkin.

"You were so turned on." She smiles like a happy child at me.

"I'm done talking about hate sex, and Austin with you.. Forever!" I snap at her and she puts her hands up in defense.

Just then, my phone rings loudly, and I can see Lana raising her eyebrows eagerly. She's even nosier than me.

To my surprise, it's Butler-Boy calling me on this peaceful afternoon.

"Booty call?" Lana smirks when she sees his name pop up in my phone.

"His house must be on fire or something." I look at my phone, utterly confused, and hesitant to answer.

"Answer! Maybe he misses you."

"Funny." I fake laugh and answer the phone.

"Hello?" I hear him talk through the phone, and he almost sounds out of breath. Maybe his house is on fire.

"Did you get hit by a car?" I question his random call.

"What!? No." He scoffs into the phone, obviously not in the mood for a little humor.

"What's the reasoning behind this delightful call then?" I ask and continue to munch on my fries.

"I need a favor." He says with no explanation, and by the mischievous look on Lanas face, I can tell she can hear him.