IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ out of the frying pan, into inferno

( OUT OF THE FRYING PAN, INTO INFERNO ) 
by riverdalewritings 

"What are you doing out so late on a school night?" Reggie asked, jokingly, as he dropped me off at my house. I supposed it was kind of late, but I couldn't bother to think about it. I always had a great time with Reggie, even if his moods did tend to swing a little, especially with me and our.."relationship", but he was fun, and was the best looking guy in our school. Not to mention captain of the football team.

I rolled my eyes and smiled at him, just happy that we had hung out on a Tuesday. We usually hooked up on the weekends, but we kept things very lowkey. I wouldn't even classify it as dating, but I enjoyed myself, nonetheless. No one was the wiser, either, because Reggie and I had been good friends for years. That allowed us to hang out, and for our hookups to go undetected, which was nice. But I couldn't help to think that Reggie would be somehow embarrassed of dating me, which hurt, because that's what I had started to want.

Probably, it was due to the fact that whenever I even remotely tried to bring it up, he'd get really quiet, and change the subject. A lot of times, he'd just brush me off completely. We could be hanging out, having a good time, flirting, and then, in five minutes, he could change and act like he barely knew me. I had wanted to talk about it to him for a while, but never had the opportunity. And I didn't want to ruin what he had, either. So, I just stuffed everything down, and pretended like everything was perfect.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said, his voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Bright and early."

He leaned over and kissed me, smiling into it. When he shifted away, he kept his eyes on me, and I gave him one last smile before reaching for the door handle. Reggie, however, was too fast, and gripped my hand to stop me from opening the door.

"What are you.." I tried questioning, but he cut me off with another kiss. And another, and another, until his hands were in my hair, and his tongue was running along my bottom lip, teasing me. I gripped his shoulders and leant in more, savoring the moment. It wasn't often that Reggie was like this, so I took every advantage of every opportunity he gave me.

A few minutes later he pulled away, a dumb smile on his face, cheeks a little flushed. I smiled, more to myself, and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

"I really need to go."

"I know." Neither of us moved. He untangled his hands from my hair and smoothed it down, gentle. Leaning in again, I thought it was for another kiss. His mouth gently trailed across my cheek to my ear, but then he bypassed me, opening the door to his car. Smirking, he leaned back, resting along the crook of his own door, arm on his steering wheel, and very casually said, "I'll be seeing you."

I tried my best to hide my smile, but the corners of my mouth still ticked up, giving me away. "You're despicable, Reggie Mantle." I rolled my eyes and got out of his car, but turned around at the sound of his voice.

"Mm..remember that the next time my tongue is in your throat."

"Who said I wanted there to be a next time?" I countered, leaning in through the window.

"Everyone always wants a next time with Mantle the Magnificent," he said, winking at me.

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"No. Only the girls with the name (Y/N)."

"There's a lot of girls with that name, Reg," I said, chuckling.