Average (Jinx x Fem!Reader)

6. Coming to Terms

I woke up the next day at noon, my eyes heavy with sleep. My first thought when I woke up was none other than my blue headed crush. I turned on my side and looked at my phone on the side table. I disconnected it from the charger and held it to my face, blinking a few times to dissipate my blurry vision. I had a bunch of notifications. Some from Twitter, Reddit, a text from Calista, my Mom, Jinx. My stomach dropped.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I stared at her name, rereading the timestamp of when she sent it. She sent me this text two hours ago. I tapped on her name and read her message, sending a reply.

Jinx: hey did u finish the paragraph?

Y/n: Hey! Yeah, I did. Why, what's up?"

I stared at my message, critiquing it for no reason. It was just a simple message yet I was kicking myself in the gut for it being so dry. What else was I supposed to say. My phone dinged.

Jinx: cool, did u wanna come over in a bit to go over everything? make sure we're not missing anything?

My heart fluttered. I reread her question again and again. Did I want to come over? Yes. Yes I did. Sure, the only reason why she asked if I did was because of school stuff...but then again, she still wanted me to come over. If I had been paired up with anyone else, I can guarantee 100 percent I'd be doing the majority of the work. Alone.

Y/n: Sure. I'll be over soon.

Shortly after I sent the text, I freshened up, making sure my morning breath was eradicated and my hair was presentable. I changed into a comfortable, casual fit, spritzing myself with my vanilla body spray. For some reason, the urge to dress to impress had vanished compared to the first hang out we had. The only thing I could chalk it up to was that I had become more relaxed around her. Ever since I realized she wasn't as perfect as I deemed her to be, the pressure I had set finally started to depressurize, allowing me to just truly be my genuine self. It was freeing.

I knocked on her door, the butterflies starting to rumble in my lower gut. I took a deep breath, trying to mellow them out as much as possible before she answered. I understood why butterflies were a thing and all, but it was super inconvenient. The door opened and I was met with a very unexpected person. Ekko, the quarterback of our football team, stood before me. The butterflies that were buzzing with excitement had turned into angry wasps falling hard and fast into the pit that was my stomach. What was he doing here!? I felt nauseous.

"Hey, Y/n," he said cheerfully. I wanted to gag. "Been a while since I've seen you. I love to stay and catch up but, I was just leavin'. Coach wants us to run some drills before our game tomorrow." He smiled, slinging his varsity jacket over his shoulder.

"H-hey...oh, uh, good luck." I choked out, trying to hold my stomach contents down. A whirlwind of upsetting images flashed in my head as I stared at him, praying my intrusive thoughts were wrong.

"See ya, Jinx," Ekko grinned, looking behind him. He walked around me as he exited her house. "Y/n."

I watched as he walked down the cobblestone path to the street, analyzing his mannerisms. Tch. As if the way he walked would tell me anything. I felt delusional.

"Hey!" Jinx said, her tone lively. She stepped aside, giving me room to pass her. My thoughts were on overdrive, my asshole brain showcasing unsettling images of them being...intimate. It felt like I had a pro wrestler tying my stomach into a balloon animal. Even though I felt absolutely awful, I smiled back at her, gripping the daylight out of my backpack strap.

Before we entered her room, she asked me if I wanted any pizza. I politely declined, giving her a bullshit lie about being lactose intolerant and took a seat on the edge of her bed. She nodded, telling me she'd be right back and left me alone in her room. I let my backpack fall off my shoulder, landing at my feet. I placed my face in my hands and exhaled harshly. I felt pathetic, being worked up over an imaginary situation of a person who wasn't even mine. I wanted to hide.