Crazy In Love | Buggy

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I held his ear in my hand, desperately praying I was hallucinating or something. There was no way this was happening to me. The embarrassment was too much to handle. How could I ever look Buggy in the eyes again after this?

Finally, my embarrassment turned to rage. How could he invade my privacy like this?

Without even thinking it through, I screamed into his ear. "You asshole! What the hell? I hope you're happy! You've completely humiliated me!"

With that, I flung his ear back onto the bed and stormed into the bathroom. Now the anger faded, embarrassment was back and it was too much to cope with.

I sunk to the floor and began to sob. I have no idea how long I sat there, crying, before I heard a soft knock at the door.

That made me freeze. I wasn't ready to talk to Buggy. I could physically feel my face glow red from the embarrassment of tonight.

"Betty?" He asked softly through the door.

In that moment, I wished I could vanish into thin air. "Go away."

"Open the door. We should talk about this."

That was the last thing I wanted to do. Looking him in the eyes would be horrific.

"I don't want to look at you." That sounded harsher than I had meant it to. I sighed and tried to rephrase it. "I'm too embarrassed."

"Believe me, Boop, I'm embarrassed, too. But you'll have to face me eventually. Think of it as ripping off a bandaid."

He was right. The faster I got this over with, the faster the embarrassment would fade. Hopefully.

I stood up slowly, unlocked the door and opened it wide. Buggy was standing, leaning against the door frame. I could see both of his ears were back on his head.

When his eyes landed on me, they went wide. It took me a moment to realise why.

"Oh," He whispered.

I was still just in my towel. I slammed the door shut as fast as I could. Now the embarrassment was mounting. He had both heard me touch myself thinking about him and seen me in this tiny towel.

Immediately I looked into the mirror, checking how much he had saw. My cleavage was on full display. My face was as red as I had expected it to be.

"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath.

Another knock at the door. "Betty? I have a pair of pajamas you bought today you can get into. I'll even close my eyes when you open the door so I won't see anything."

That was sweet of him to suggest. The fact that he was being so respectful was easing this situation. I appreciated that element of him - he wasn't a pervert, not even close.

When I opened the door, I found that he was telling the truth. His eyes were firmly squeezed shut, in his hands were a pair of pink pajamas I had picked out today.

I took them off him and mumbled a quick thank you, before shutting the door and beginning to get changed. Once I was changed, I washed my face, trying to lessen the impact of how hard I had been crying.

My eyes were red and blotchy, swollen a little bit. My lips had swelled a little, too. Overall, it was plain to see how much I had been crying.

I tried to compose myself. I sucked in deep breaths and tried to think what on Earth I was going to say to Buggy.

When I finally did make it out of the bathroom, Buggy was sat on the edge of the bed. I noticed then that he was wearing a suit. It wasn't a plain black one, it was a blue colour, matching his hair. He also had a red tie on.