Both of us slept the entire plane ride, so there wasn't enough time to be awkward. I say a quiet goodbye before walking into my apartment. It's nearly midnight, but I'm a bit energetic, so I go ahead and unpack everything, throwing my dirty laundry into the washing machine.
I lean against my kitchen counter, sipping some wine Wilbur got me. I stare down at my phone, wondering if I should send the text I've been thinking about for hours. Finally, I do.
Me: Heyy :) I'm sorry to bother you and I know it's kinda lateeee and I know you probably don't care to hear from me but I'm kinda super lonely and would love it if you came over. And I can still promise that WilL
and I aren't a thing and never have been a thing.
I sigh as I look at the screen, realizing the text sounds stupid and there's no way she'll respond. Surprisingly, a typing bubble immediately pops up.
Blair: Like, to watch a movie?
Me: I mean. I'm kinda horny rn.
Blair: I'll be there in fifteen.
I click my phone off and blush, feeling embarrassed by my text. I've never said anything like that to anyone before. My ex didn't even make me feel any sort of butterflies. He asked me to send nudes many times, but thankfully, I never did. The next girl he dated had her nudes leaked all over the school.
I then suddenly realize I'm nowhere near hot enough to have sex for the first time with an intimidating girl right now. Or anyone.
I go into my bathroom and quickly, but carefully, shave the entire lower half of my body and my armpits. I rub a nice smelling lotion all over me before pulling on a baggy off the shoulder shirt, a thong, and black shorts. I brush through my hair and throw it into a million different buns until there's finally one that looks cute.
I spray an air freshener around my room and make sure my bed is neat right as there's a knock at the door. I silently pray to not embarrass myself as I step over and reveal Blair, wearing a similar shirt and sweatpants. Her hair is down and a bit messy, and I can tell she just touched up the neon red in her roots. She looks good.
"Hey,"
"Hi," She smiles at me. Her face is slightly red with thin dark circles around her eyes, showing that she had just taken her makeup off. Of course, she still looks beautiful, and it makes me feel better about not having any makeup on, either.
"Come in," I step aside, shutting the door behind her.
Blair traces her finger over the seam of the couch. I bite the inside of my cheek as I notice most of her nails go over the tip of her finger except the middle and ring finger on each hand. I wonder if it's been that way for other girls or just done last minute for me. "How's your PR stunt going?"
I scoff and sit on my couch, her quickly joining me. "It's awful. But it's getting me attention, so I guess it's doing what it's supposed to."
"I saw the pictures with all those hickeys he left on your neck." She grins and cocks her head. "I have to admit, I was a bit jealous. Was it awkward having him do that for the cameras?"
I decide to not tell the truth about not even intending for the hickeys to be shown to the public. "Yeah, his team suggests the weirdest things. I'm ready to be done with it."
"I bet," She leans forward, lightly grazing her finger over my neck. "I should've worn my lipstick to decorate you."
A/N: uhhh a LITTLE bit of smut right here. like barely, but i know it makes some people uncomfy, so here's a warning. i'll have another note when it's over. i swear i won't write a lot of smut (unless it's wanted) (but not w wilbur cuz boundaries!)
